He was only eight, but was already an expert falconer. It was in his blood, they would say. Every morning he was up before dawn tying bits of raw mutton to long strings. His newest falcon was young and just learning. He must get the falcon ready for the hunt. All depended on him and his falcons.
The day of the hunt arrived. It was them or the giants. They had lost too many villagers over the years to the giants. They must hunt them to keep their population under control. The boy and his falcons led the charge. Once free from their binds, the falcons flew free and soared the open skies, swooping around the giants’ heads. One by one, at the boy’s command, the falcons attacked and pierced the eyes of the giants. The giants roared in pain and lashed out at the falcons, but they were too slow to hit them.
The villagers cheered as the boy, his falcons, and the men folk returned to the castle walls. King Justin was pleased with the boy and his falcons. The royal painter was summoned to the king’s court. The boy would hang forever in the hall of the king.
Jr’s 5th grade class took a field trip to the observatory and spoke to a real life astronaut at the ISS. It was all the kids talked about for the rest of the day.
“What’s it like?” Jr asked his mother as she was cutting carrots for their dinner.
“What’s what like?”
“You know. What’s it like?”
She turned as red as the raw hamburger and avoided looking at him. “Go ask your father.”
Jr shrugged and went into the study where his father was reading the evening news.
“What’s it like? Mom said I should ask you.”
His father cleared his throat and turned as red as his mother. “Go to your room until dinner.”
Jr was confused, but did as he was told. When he got upstairs, he texted his friend.
“They won’t even answer me.”
“Stupid. I just wanted to know what it’s like to live in space.”
You come by unannounced, but not unwelcome.
Life is so much more fun when you are here.
Hours pass by like hummingbird wings.
Everyday a new adventure – a new discovery.
Without warning you leave.
Were we not having fun?
Was I too boring?
Will you be coming back?
I am Yin without my Yang – down without an up.
I know you have left before. Many more friends to visit.
I know you needed to go, but I still wish you’d stay.
Ah, my friend, here I will sit.
Passing the hours slower than molasses in wintertime.
Until the day you come to visit again.
Maybe one day you’ll stay for good.
Jack looked at the old tree that sat in the middle of the family homestead. The first Anderson to set foot in these parts planted the tree. It made him proud to be its current caretaker. As long as that tree stood, the Anderson family would continue. So many had been born on the homestead that they were now able to claim they had at least one family member in every country in the world. The family had survived war, flood, drought, starvation, kings, dictators, and more so-called leaders than they cared to remember. They would not survive Highway 98 expansion.