Mending Broken Wings Flash Fiction Contest: Cyneburg's Field

Mending Broken Wings Flash Fiction Contest: Cyneburg's Field

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This short story was written for a Flash Fiction challenge based on a set of clues found at the following link: https://mendingbrokenwings.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post-new.php?post_type=page. Summary: The only time I had ever seen my father cry was September 23, 1955 - the day James Dean died. It was such a shock, if anyone appeared to be invincible it was certainly James Dean, but reality is he was human like the rest of us; his passing a surreal realization that death does not discriminate, the Grim Reaper comes for us all, but sometimes before he is supposed to. Just so happens, James Dean died the same day my father received his draft card for Viet Nam. Before long James Dean’s death would be but a shadow in relation to the death and destruction my father would experience firsthand of many he loved.
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"Who says your life ends only when your heart stops? It ends even when there's a celebration around you." A marriage. To a man who had saved my parents' life. Their respect, their businesses, their home ... But at a cost. The cost being me. I was to be wed to a stranger. A Yade. His nationality, species, colour, eyes, skin... none of that ever mattered. The only thing that has ever mattered to me was that the man I marry be the man I have been dreaming about for six years. Six glorious years spread apart with memories that set my soul on fire and light my life up. Hope was a beacon and love was a companion I had lived with in every life. And now, I was to marry a stranger to save my parents' life. There was no real choice to make. Why show me how glorious my life could be, if I were never meant to live it?

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