Not what I had in mind

Robert Harper

So there it was a dandilion head with three little parachute seeds stuck to it. There was a bit of a gentle breeze, so the little parachutes were shivering and trying to shake themselves free, The two seeds at the back were stationary but the seed at the front was vibrating which caused its parachute head to be out of focus.

Just a stronger puff of wind and the seeds would be gone. Stay still. Snap. Don't blow away. Snap. Hold on. Snap. And as I snapped a song came into my mind about another Trinity.

And the three men I admired the most
the Father Son and the Holy Ghost
caught the last train for the coast
the day the music died.

Snap and they were gone. But the tension leading up to their departure was delicious, and when they were gone I wondered how many angels could dance on the pin-point of a needle, and would they be wearing pointy toed pink satin ballerina pumps, or would they have bare toes like finely balanced dandilion seeds?

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