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Short Story - Cherish the Moment
A Writer's Block
The summer heat of the day was oppressive and the approaching humidity promised the night would be even hotter than the day. If it was so unbearably hot and humid. Right here, smack dab in the heart of the country. I can only imagine how bad the weather must be in the rest of the 49 states. Mindfulness of the heat pulled me out of my fantasizing and back into the moment and I ran into my thoughts. I countered the heat by daydreaming.
I started to focus on recollecting about when I was a lot younger. When I was strong and what the weather was not a factor. A time when the weather did not seem to bother me as much as it did now. I use to play all day long in the freedom of the outdoors. But now that I have moved on in years, I can only take so much of this Midwest weather. Believe it or not, I would rather be caged inside my air-conditioned house even though it meant a loss of freedom. Suddenly my mind began searching the files of my memories like a huge supercomputer. Searching and looking for days gone by. For what I wondered.
A fleeting recollection surfaced from my subconscious and jump into my consciousness. I vividly pictured myself as a younger writer. Those glory days. My body quickly twitched three times as I secretly yearned for the days of the typewriter. What a visceral experience writing was with that machine. Back when I could feel my mental creativity drain out of my mind, run down my arms and out through my fingers pressuring the tops of the keys. The rich sound of the pounding steel of the keys against the roller and then watch the arms slam embossing the letters onto a piece of fresh white paper. Those were the days when life was slower. When everyone could appreciate the smaller and finer things in life. Days were longer and richer.
Quickly, my mind snapped back to the moment and the task at hand. I became acutely aware of the swirling sounds of my ever-present ear sensor. My ear sensor was connected to my Apple iPad X12 and was reminding me that I had another article deadline. I was being pushed by a machine embedded in my ear, stating “It was time to stop loafing and get back to work.”
I tapped on my ear sensor to begin writing my article again. My grandson Gavin, who had grown to become a strong, driven and successful man just like his father but tall like his uncle had given me the Apple X12 for my eighty-third birthday. He told me that he was tired of watching me meet my deadlines slaving over my old antiqued touch keyboard computer. Time had really changed my hands. These old digits had become less mobile due to arthritis. My X12 is a very useful invention. I can’t believe that the inventor of the original iPad, Steve Jobs, had been dead almost 20 years. Wouldn't he just love the advancements in this new machine? This amazing machine senses all my thoughts and converts them into words and places them directly into a word processor in what is now called the “cloud”. I am writing my new article just by willing my thoughts to be so. I chuckled inside, “no fingers required”. It can also read all my physical vital signs and the built-in GPS tracks me so my grandson knows where I am all of the time. Today he was watching over me while I wrote since his mother and grandmother were out shopping as usual.
Enrich your Mind
Why Should People in Peoria have refrigerators?
My train of thoughts broke again for a few minutes. I slightly bent forward and angled my head to the right. “Not there yet, I still have time.” I went back to writing my article. My source of revenue had been based on my articles for many years. I mentally questioned the content of my article, “Am I sure people want to read this one? Do they still want to know what I am offering? What do they really want?” Life had been so clear and uncomplicated back in the days.
The sun’s heat was noticeably less on my body and I felt the coolness of an evening breeze. Time had slipped by my awareness. I bent forward again, looked at the horizon to the right and the ball of light was setting. I then turned my head to the left and saw another harvest ball of gold was rising on the opposite horizon. “My deadline for the completion of my article was coming to an end,” and I concluded my article with a simple phrase that wrapped up the symbolic meaning of the whole article with a little bit of humor. Little did I know it would be one of my last words to be registered on my X12. “Why Should People in Peoria have refrigerators? The answer was simple; sure, doesn’t everyone have a refrigerator?” The meaning of that was.. we are all the same and not as different as people think. And with that, it was finished and with just a thought it was sent via email to my publisher.
As I relaxed to watch the sunset the iPad X12 sent a warning to the main cloud processor that it was not picking up any more brain waves. Startled by the alarm, Gavin rushed out of his house where he found my body sitting motionless outside in the garden, my favorite place to write, just as the light of the day waned and darkness set in.
Nature Can Be Healing
© 2011 Bill Tollefson