Issue 4:
Star
Cris Bisch
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Before the Hereafter
I signaled a hearty "goodbye and thanks again" with my flashlight. The rolling tires spit gravel onto my boots as a plume of flickering red dust exploded from behind the old pick-up. It left a cloudy trail that whipped side to side like the tail of a Chinese dragon and dissipated into a thin stream of vanishing particles. I took in a deep breath of cold air and blew out a ghostly apparition that preceded me into the black hole of night. As I looked up into a sea of stars, I caught a glimpse of a comet blazing a magnificent trail in an arch across the sky. Where it had disappeared over the horizon, bucking headlights appeared shooting dusty beams of light my direction. For a moment, that black ribbon of highway transformed into an undulating, loosely woven web of gold rope. I emerged from a tunnel of hot white light to a place in time before there were bonfires, before dreamcatchers, where there were only clouds and stars. Clouds weaving fables across the heavens by day and stars illuminating ancient tales by night.
~Cris Bisch
Cris lives in Bend, Oregon, where she attends college and enjoys exploring the Oregon outback with her husband. Email.
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This page updated April 23, 2002.