Having been under the weather lately, my good friend Born Storyteller (Stuart Nager) has kindly provided me with a guest flash this week. You can also pay him a visit at his fiction site TaleSpinning . Enjoy! (And many thanks to you, Stu.)
“A superior being am I,” for so he thought, and this led to young Jack’s disdain for the everyday life that surrounded him. His parents built these airs into him. At nineteen, his feet followed a path away from his hometown, where his ego had taken him long ago.
His travails only reinforced in his mind how truly exceptional he felt. His bearing led others to assume the best of him; they afforded him all of the privileges they thought should be accorded to one such as he. Jack did not need to voice his needs or desires: they were readily supplied, whatever time of day or night.
He walked to the ends of the Earth, for he felt this was truly the only worthy destination. Jack stood, alone, in the early hours of that night, staring into the darkness around him and the gleaming heavens above. Backlit clouds danced in front of the sepulchral skies, blotting out patches of star light, only to move along at a quick pace, replaced by open patches of absolute blackness.
The first light of day came, breaking illumination upon where Jack waited. The opalescent magnificence stunned Jack and for the first time in his life, he was humbled.