THE DRAGONFLY
I was lying on my bed, soul-tired, my hand hung aimlessly on the tire of my wheelchair. It appeared - a dragonfly. Huge. My mind’s deepening silence was burst by the loud electronic sizzle of its wings as that magnificent copper-green creature stopped in wide summer sunlight at the foot of my bed. It hovered in the cellophane blur of its wings.
"Ho! You’d best – ," my voice came up empty.
Like the thrust of a scimitar it slammed into an apex of my room, bending itself in furious flight against the walls and ceiling. A strange, berserk will. Plummeting suddenly, it disappeared into the light.
My heart was pounding with primal fear. The tension slowly eased from my shoulders. Being a believer, I slipped my hand under the wheel rim and raised myself on an elbow to get up.