Happy Birthday Florence

Happy Birthday Florence
By G. Scott Williams

Rain cascades from a gray afternoon sky
A lone blackbird sits on a telephone wire
The street is long and narrow

Telephone wires crisscross above in an electric web
There is a low hum from the wires
Humans do not notice it.
The bird does.

The audible splashes of rain are hardly heard
Over the dull hum of the wires.

Sensing something.
The bird feels the flock-mind and looks up.
Drawn to the mind, the bird takes wing
As one bird- the flock flies
As one they turn
And as one they land
In the large oak tree at the end of the street.

Beautiful.
With black hair and fair skin.
She sits at the window, and watches the birds land.

Sheets of water run over her window.
She feels bad for the birds.
Surely they are cold.

Wires run around the oak tree
Her eyes follow the wires from the tree, down the street.
The hum intensifies
The birds squawk
Lightening and thunder clap above the little street
As one, the birds rise
With a single flock mind they soar.

And she sees that humans are alone.
Humans have no group mind
They are alone in their thoughts.

She looks back at the wires.
Across the world
Humans built the wires with low hums
To connect their thoughts;
To unite their minds as one.

No
Humans are not alone.

Energy surges through the wires she gazes at.
The phone behind her rings.

"Hello?" she asks, still gazing outside.
Now convinced she is not alone.
Now convinced all people are connected

"I was looking at the rain" the voice on the phone says.
"And I thought of you."
She smiles as she gazes at the web of wires.
"Happy birthday Florence."

When she hangs ups the phone
The rain persists
The electric hum in her ear lingers
"Happy birthday Florence."
And she knows, she's not alone.

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[crackerjack113]

well done

good luck!