Abstract, Art, Humor, Landscape, Nightmares, Poetry, Short Story

Power Lines

 

Power lines set against a vivid blue sky with farm fields in the foreground.

Click on photo to see a larger image.

I’m flying a Piper Cub; the airstrip runs between the uprights.

No matter how steep I climb, no matter how high I fly, the power lines keep me hemmed in, they restrict my course.

Even at the edge of space it seems; they’re always in the frame, obstructing my photo, ruining artistic opportunities.

There’s no room to reverse course. Flying a Piper Cub at the edge of space makes breathing difficult. I begin to fall…panic…awake.

 

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