"Take Flight"
Mark stared dumbly out the window, counting the ducks down on the lake.
It was a glorious autumn morning. Mist rose off the lake shrouding the ducks
in gauze that lifted and fell in a slow rhythm. Something spooked the birds and they
rose in unison, circled and landed further down the shore, disappearing into the fog.
Mark came over and sat beside Charlie, took his hand and waited.
Together they were silently puzzling out life. Their time for today was almost over,
and Mark felt the energy slipping away. He stood up and walked back to the window,
then turned to face Charlie.
"Time's up for today. Life's awaiting my friend."
He looked into Charlie's eyes and saw the face of the gentle man who
would not or could not speak out caused by some deeply buried hurt.
"Tomorrow then? Are you going to finish the new canvas
soon?"
Charlie nodded, sprang to his feet like the startled ducks, responding to
an uncontrollable urge to take flight.
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