Son of (Wo)Man
The wall is not so high for you. You keep the fruit for yourself even though all the Eve’s in your life suffered for picking the apple. You claim it as your own so often it becomes your visage. Your suit and hat wrap your body in importance. Even when hidden you are visible. You are heard. You come to the world backhanded and escape unscathed. There is no limit for you on the horizon. The water is all around, but you won’t get wet. All the wars, the battles, the fights, all fought for you, but you stand tall oblivious to the bloodshed. A man who ignores the tree, the roots, the love that brought you the fruit of knowledge. Your eyes flash charm behind your apple pie face. Divine hubris and human, son of man, indeed.
Nancy Geibe Wasson
Nancy Geibe Wasson’s flash fiction work has appeared in A Story in 100 Words, The Drabble, Flash Flood and Café Lit. She is a member of WFWA and AWP. Nancy lives with her family in Northwest Arkansas.
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