In the beginning,
the Great Mother
whose mind boils in Chaos
did reach toward the seed of light
crafted by her daughters.
She sunk her fingers deep
until it fell in chunks all around;
embedded in the void,
burning from the touch
of primal Chaos,
her grandchildren became the stars.
This flash fiction in 50 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan
Rob's Surf Report 
Rob, I can’t express enough how eerie and in tune with my experiences this flash is…we are both slight physics/math nerds…and if I haven’t told you before…when I was in a three month coma..my belief in the multiverse was solidified. In fact somewhere out there I’m positive you are my twin brother.
I actually cried upon reading this because (spending more of my life in the hospital than out) this is to the tee…exactly how I escape when laying in the hospital bed.
This flash is for more meaningful than you may have intended….thank you.
that comment was for RIGHT not REACH
Oh I know what you meant. 😉
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You are most welcome. It means a lot that I can make this literary connection through my work, because when I look back at the primitive writings of my younger days, I cringe in horror. I really appreciate your appreciation, Didi!
and i appreciate you appreciating my appreciation;)
unbelieveable….your writing on a another level these days brother.
Thank you. 😀
I’m finally caught up, now I can work on the flash of the week!
My mind is blank!
Again!!
Ok wait. Breathe. I can do this.
i feel you…totally.
Of course you can. You are doing a phenomenal job. 🙂
That has to be among the most awesome things I could hear. Thank you Red!