Category: Short Story

In Bloom…

🥀 The Flower as I 🌻

From a crack in the street, grew a flower with the aim of eternal life.
The asphalt that covered playgrounds and cycling paths was surrounded by concrete houses.
He grew up beyond all the fine flower arrangements and the road was never straight.
The road that led him forward was crooked and lined with obstacles and resistance.
The acquisition, which was governed by inheritance and obligation, was the predetermined course.
Nothing went as wrong as the credible thesis – a theory failed.
With death as a close visitor, the life got a second chance.
From an asphalt flower to a victim after a deadly journey under a vehicle, the wounded plant rised against all odds.
From a course change to discourse in the academic flower box, new seeds where spread.
Nectar that has always been there was suffocated due to uncertainty.
The survivor of the working-class society became a conqueror of dual bachelor’s degree.
The conquest is unique in the collection of familiar flowers.
Dramatized acting on stage became plant nutrient to the root.
The strength of memorizing the words in the script, became the flower’s power on the stage.
Predisposition for artistic analysis is the strength that strengthens the stem.
Water and sun are mixed with culture that breathes over the leaves.
The pot of poetry will be filled to the brim with hungry poems to feed a starving poet.
Words and emotions are fed with stanzas and verses from the middle of the soul
The damaged flower survived a serious car accident (this day 41 years ago) and he is still in bloom.

© Blomman 2022-01-07

The life long battle – Part 2

Sometimes a small light in a tunnel, a winter’s day. Twenty four hours by eighteen with darkness. Only a memory flashes by. A moment as a traveler in a wheelchair along dark culverts – heading for the goal. Searching for the light and a new step for a life at home again.

What happened before and after is a mystery? A detective work. His journey close to death by the ruler as the distance between the car and the ground was cut into pieces and only one centimeter was left. The one who separated life from death.

To be home was a start to win it back, the lost moments he doesn’t have or not to remembered. Only he could felt the presence of the guardian angels, that moment. As an echo in the block, all rumors of his death, was more fake as death of the civilization. It lives, and he too.

Short steps forward became a fight through thoughts and descisions from people who had more to say and to decide about the boys future. Wounded both on the inside and physically on the outside, became all obstacles more higher and all roads even longer. 

Back on his feet but out off interest to jump faster forward and with his eyesight as a minor obstacle, could the future be blind. With full sight on one eye and only ten percent on the other, as scars after the accident, was all shortcuts in life, far away. 

What could he do later and why he had to start over the third grade, again? Had he all the power he needed to start over and build a future of what it takes to succeed as a human?

© Björn “Blomman” Blomqvist 2021-06-20

The life long battle

A winter’s day in January 1981. One place, a boys and a lot of guardian angels. Ice cold snow by the road, as walls in a war. A road covered by ice, smooth like a mirror. There’s a line between the goal and the destiny. The mission, a journey between joy and an adventure made for children.

When an icy road has a duty to deliver, he didn’t make his task in the playable battle. It could be his last in life, but the guardian angels were on duty that day, to save the boy’s life.

A car, fast as a shark swallow him in one bite. Invisible friction between ice and tires, hadn’t a chance. It could even be the last day to dance. In a moment, he was gone, gone everywhere. In his head and visually down the road. No snow banks couldn’t stop it, no brakes and an impossible task missed to do what it has to do.

The distance, half of a ruler, down under a car, dragges the boy as long as it took to stop the vehicle. How long, they did’t know, but at the end, the boy was out of consciousness. All rumors where many, but the guardians angels had the upper hand that day.

Was he dead? Where’s he now? Why did the boy ended up under the car? Why didn’t he thrown aside by the incredible force the car had to get rid off? Who is he? Questions all over, couldn’t be answered by the guardian angels when the boy – half dead, flew side by side with the angels, across the clouds to land softly on the roof to the capital city’s biggest hospital.

Lucky to be alive, the boy came home after awhile. By surprised look in others eyes, had the boy, by help of the guardian angels, won the war. The battle of death and the future. Whith scars deep inside and visible ones on outside – he still trust the future and always trust his angels.

The last thing he does in this moment, is to end this short episode and hope to win a new battle everyday. The fight against anxiety and the war against his low self-esteem. Obstacles along the way have always been there.

Soon a new obstacles to be defeated.

…to be continued

Based on a true story

© Björn ”Blomman” Blomqvist 2021-05-14