The Palace Man

Flash

A rich man lived in a palace. And in it sat a massive domed room where a waterfall and forest of tall pine trees filled the space. The roof was a glass diamond dome and here he would dream where the sun of the North Carolina Appalachia’s slept. Nobody visited him. Nobody loved him. He was told he was the chosen one. And so he sat there and waited for God to blast through the ceilings above. Where the heavens would fall, and a ball would form, and the cascades would cry—and all would go quiet.

Doves often soared above the dome. Sometimes circling endlessly into a nosedive. Here he would brace himself and wait. He would wait like it was eternity. Because it was out there. The eternal white and fuck you yellow was out there. Somewhere, like a beautiful atom bomb. Waiting like eternity teetered on heaven’s ledge.