Mummy Life by Dig Wayne
The Cycle of SeasonsSpring comes yearly with unpredictable weather, warm, cool, new life rejuvenating, hibernation over, creation revitalization. bees search for nectar, pollinating plants, making honey, seedlings taking roots, leaves begin to bud on trees, flowers budding, blooming, birds building nest, laying fertile eggs, butterflies laying eggs, caterpillars spinning cocoons,
Summer occurs in slowly, trees produce leaves, bird’s eggs begin to crack, baby birds escape the shells, bees become more productive, butterflies emerge from the cocoons,
Summer flees in a blink of an eye, fall comes forward, beginning the mourning process. Leaves die and change colors, baby birds develop into adulthood, fly away, blooming flowers wither. Bees go back to their hive.
Winter arrives with snow from the sky, encompassing the land, insulating the forage.
Spring has returned. Snow melts, ice thaws, birds return, bees search for nectar and pollinate, seedlings grow into trees, flowers bud and bloom, butterflies lay eggs, birds build their nest and lay fertile eggs,
Forward we go through the seasons A flower pokes out of a crevice of a rock, a seedling sprouts from an unoccupied soil, dew covers the ground with moisture. The cycle repeats,
New York Doorknob by Dig Wayne
Justice PrevailsCarl Turner was sentenced to serve 50 years for a crime he did not do. The District Attorney wanted to win at all cost. His lawyer was unprepared and did not defend him properly.
Carl had friends that knew he was innocent. Every week they visited him in prison. Maria, a robust woman almost six feet tall and weighing over four hundred pounds, and Sandy, a five-foot three inches woman of average size. They would come and stay for half an hour. This was their routine every week. They were a comical sight. As time went on, no one paid any attention to Carl, who was small in stature.
Every week, Maria and Sandy would drive to an old farmhouse, get dress, change the license plates and drive to the prison.
The plan was ready and when the time was right, the daring rescue would take place.
As they sat in the room with the other prisoners and their family, a commotion diverted the attention of the guard. As Maria stood up, Carl quickly crawl under the table and into the long dress of Maria’s and filled the vacuum. Sandy helped Maria with her coat and both women walked out the door.
As Maria got into the back seat of her car, Carl slipped out from under the dress into a sleeping bag on the floor. Sandy went into the front seat and quietly drove away.
They went to the old farmhouse. Maria and Sandy took off their disguises, (dresses, wigs, platform shoes and license plates), and put them in a suitcase. They changed the license plates back to the original ones, put magnetic business signs back on the car and drove away. Tom and Paul continue their life knowing that justice prevails. The phantom Maria and Sandy were never found.
Carl changed his appearance, took the suitcase, and climbed into a family car going cross country. Carl was dropped off five hundred miles away with a new identity. With a spring in his step, the fantasy of freedom was real.
Over one percent of the people in prisons are wrongfully convicted, among them that are sentenced to death. The District Attorney is only interested in winning.
Static Cling by Dig Wayne
The Old BedTime was when the mattress was new. The tensile strength held it firm. The bride and groom dressed it in satin sheets, pillow and quilts. The occupants spoke of dreams to come of future events. They talked about their childhood, their parents and relatives. How life was in the “old country” for their parents and how things changed.
As time past on, the children would come into the bed. The parents would read fairy tales and progress to age-appropriate stories. The father would make up jungle stories where a python would wrap around a human. The person would take a knife, blade facing out and the snake would cut itself.
The children would come in Sunday mornings and talk about things they would do that day as a family.
When the children were little, they would jump on the bed, testing the tensile strength. Eventually, the mattress would sag, the springs would lose the formed and had to be replaced. And the memories that were stored in the springs would be taken away to another place.
At first the mattress was lonely, then life was renewed. Mice would live within the mattress, between the springs. Insects of all types would reside within. The possums, raccoons and even cats would sleep on top. New memories were forming. The mattress became alive again. It was no longer loss or forgotten. The mattress spring back to life and fantasy regenerated.
