Time is all relative based on age and experience.
When you are a child an hour is a
long time to wait but a very short time when that’s all the time you are allowed on
your iPad. As a teenager time goes faster the more deadlines you have and the more
you procrastinate. As a young adult, you think you have forever to live and don’t
appreciate the time you spend with others. As a middle-aged adult, time flies by as
you watch your children grow up. And finally, as you get old and you have fewer
responsibilities and fewer demands on you, time slows. You appreciate each day and
are thankful you are alive. An hour is the same amount of time for everyone yet it
can feel so different in how it goes by.
It wasn't supposed to end that way. The plan had been meticulously thought out and
practiced again and again. There was only one possible result once it had been
implemented, but as they stood there the result wasn't anything close to what it
should have been. They all blankly looked at each wondering how this could have
happened. In their minds, they all began to blame the other members of the group as
to why they had failed.
The lone lamp post of the one-street town flickered, not quite dead but definitely
on its way out. Suitcase by her side, she paid no heed to the light, the street or
the town. A car was coming down the street and with her arm outstretched and thumb
in the air, she had a plan.
Green vines attached to the trunk of the tree had wound themselves toward the top
of the canopy. Ants used the vine as their private highway, avoiding all the
creases and crags of the bark, to freely move at top speed from top to bottom or
bottom to top depending on their current chore. At least this was the way it was
supposed to be. Something had damaged the vine overnight halfway up the tree
leaving a gap in the once pristine ant highway.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
It was that terrifying feeling you have as you tightly hold the covers over you
with the knowledge that there is something hiding under your bed. You want to look,
but you don't at the same time. You're frozen with fear and unable to act. That's
where she found herself and she didn't know what to do next
A two-inch layer of freshly fallen snow covered the yard. Stacey peeked outside. To
most, it would have been a beautiful sight worthy of taking a photo to put on
Instagram. For Stacey, it meant something different. The first snow of the year
brought back the witches as the fairies in the yard had to seek shelter to avoid
the cold.
To the two friends, the treehouse was much more than a treehouse. It was a
sanctuary away from the other kids where they could be themselves without being
teased or bullied. It was their secret fortress hidden high in the branches of a
huge oak that only they knew existed. At least that is what they thought. They were
more than a little annoyed when their two younger sisters decided to turn the
treehouse into a princess castle by painting the inside pink and putting glitter
everywhere.
