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    No Changes

    Joe peered across the chasm, 6 feet he thought.  The sun blazed, Joe felt alive.  Leaping he landed at the base of the cliff.  He began to climb, Selain’s words echoed in his head, as hand and foot holds passed beneath him.

    “I love what we have, but it just doesn’t feel complete, solid, God! I don’t know.” 

    Reaching the top, Joe scanned the canyon.

    “I love being with you Sel, I like our life, I feel grounded, connected.  What am I missing here?” 

    The terrain, broad and flat, the next cliff face 2 miles ahead, he stepped out briskly. 

    “We want children, right, joe shouldn’t it be more formal, legal, connected for that.” 

    The ground began to rise.

    “What would change?” he said.

    “nothing.” replied Sel.  

    Arriving, he plotted his course, rearranged his gear and began to crank.  

    “What would change?”


    Reaching a set of jugs, he slipped into a chimney and climbed.


    Change that changes nothing, how does that work.  Sticking his right hand into a Fissure, swinging his left foot to a foothold, digging his left fingers into the fissure he began jamming to the top. 


    Smiling he rolled out flat face up on level ground at the top.   

    “I love you Sel. Have an awesome flight. I want you in my life feeling like I do.” 

    Sitting he pulled the pack off his waist for water and a sandwich.  Eating he retrieved a box and opened it.  The diamond and gold gleamed bright in the afternoon sun. No change at all he thought smiling, none at all.

    T. Mark Mangum, 4/21/2017