FLASH-FICTION.
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Anxiously, I listened, as distant thunder rumbled. Across the vast expanse, in places, sunlight was stabbing down through dense black clouds, as cresting waves parried the vivid shafts like windblown shields. Restless elements had begun stirring the heavens and the sea. Two zealous warriors, one above, one below, were destined now to clash. A monster storm was approaching.
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Through the wheelhouse window; all could see the Captains distress etched in his features. Amidst clamant barking orders, a troubled boatswain struggled to stabilize the heaving vessels tack. In mountainous waves, a harried crew fought as champions with scant headway. It seemed the Captains greed may prove calamitous. The ship was laden with too much cargo, and the rudder was inadequate in growingly turbulent seas.
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Watching helplessly; waves of anxiety churned inside me. There was nothing I could do. Being a passenger, I feared for the hours ahead.
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Richard L. Cederberg
6/2019
"The next day, as we were being violently storm-tossed, the crew began to jettison the cargo." Acts 27:18
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powerful words, powerful message
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Ron