Hawk Eyes V


We were both falling asleep, so we slid down the rocks, and lay underneath some pine trees close by. I had brought some blankets from the trunk of my car (I carry them because you’re supposed to in bad weather). We moved in close, under the two layers of blankets, and we were out like a light.

It was the beams of sunlight that woke us in the morning. My first thoughts were how cool it was to wake up next to a woman……even though, well you know……we never did anything. And then I looked at her, and well….her hair!

I had to look away, so I wouldn’t insult her with laughing. As you know her hair was always a mess, but after laying on the ground all night – I think she had a little bit of everything in there, and it was all pushed to one side! I saw leaves, pieces of twigs, dirt, and was that a beetle? I instinctively reached in and pulled out the offending intruder. Unfortunately, there were a couple of strands of hair with it. “Ow!” was her response.

She saw me staring, and said gruffly, “I know I look a mess, I’ll be right back.” After about 10 minutes of hearing her say, “Ouch!”, and “Ow!!” a few dozen times she came back looking better than I had ever seen her before. She still had both eyes covered though, one with the patch, and the other with long strands of her almost blonde hair.

So now we could both focus on the sun, and the newness of another day. She said softly, “Michael there’s more to this than just being extremely farsighted, and seeing well at night.” I looked at her waiting for more. She kept her eyes on the sun though. For a second I thought I saw something under her patch, but then she said, “Take my hand, and close your eyes.”

At first I didn’t see anything, but I had the sensation of floating. Michelle must have read my mind, because she said, “I will see for you…” And then I had the most wonderful, awe inspiring, and frightening experience of my life. We were flying – both of us, and I could see it all!

I could see the tops of the trees, and the mountain so clearly, it was as if we were in a 3D movie or a dream. Soaring with the wind in my wings……wait!!! Wings??? I yelled, “What is happening??” “God help me!!” And then suddenly I was falling.

And my day of adventure, was only just beginning.


To be continued this weekend!


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Hawk Eyes IV


Well, if you had told me a couple of hours ago that I’d be here, on the ridge of this mountain, sitting on a huge boulder, with this strange woman with one eye, and messed up hair, I would have said you were crazy.

I’ve always loved the beauty of the night, but I had never seen one from the top of a mountain before. But even more amazing, she was really helping me learn how to use my night vision, and to be honest, I was floored.

As we sat there quietly, listening to the sounds of early summer, we talked quietly. At least I knew her name now – Michelle. I told her my name was Michael, and both of us thought that was kind of weird, but she just looked away smiling. It was one of those smiles that said she was hiding something, but something kind of….well beautiful I guess.

Every once in a while she would hold up a pair of binoculars, push the hair from her good eye, and search the valley below, until she found something for me to search for. “See if you can find the cat on the roof, of a white house.” So I would search – focusing in and out again, not knowing whether it was close or far away. Eventually I said, “There! There it is!” It was more than a mile away! I was stunned.

In between these search and find exercises, I told her how I got my eyes, and the accident. She listened, and nodded her head. “I always thought it would go away though, and it never did.” She surprised me, when she shook her head no and said softly, “It will never go away.”

I wasn’t sure how she knew that, but I was about to change the subject, when she turned and exclaimed, “Look! An owl!!” And I could see it perfectly, more than a ¼ mile away, swooping down, and capturing a mouse, then disappearing into a group of trees.

I was enjoying this so much it was like being on a high or something (don’t ask me about my younger days!). I couldn’t stop thinking of how much good I could do with these eyes! I’m not sure if she was cold, but she moved in closer to me. It was chilly, and both of us had jackets on. I took a chance though and put my arm around her. She snuggled into my shoulder.

I thought, “What the heck am I doing!!” She sighed as if she was letting go. My life was so weird now anyway, I guess it didn’t matter that she had a patch over one eye, and a ton of messed up hair. I was beginning to relax, and accept who I was now.

And you could say for sure, that I was accepting her. Like I said earlier, I was impressed with her. Somehow, without knowing me, she understood me, like no one else.

She said in a whisper, “I have a surprise for you, but I want to wait for the sun to rise.”


To be continued, in a couple of days!


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Hawk Eyes III


Well to be honest, I didn’t make my getaway quick enough. I had parked a long ways from Mack’s Pub that night. And as I walked quickly down the street, passing under the street lights, I heard her voice. Somehow, the one-eyed woman with messed up hair, had revived herself, and came running after me! “Wait!!” She yelled.

I really thought the woman was insane, so I started running too, in the opposite direction! She kept yelling, “Wait, no please wait!” in a pleading way. I hesitated because there was something in her voice. Maybe it was her horrible appearance, or maybe I was interested because she was pleading, but when she yelled, “I know how to help you – with your eyes!” I stopped dead in my tracks.

She had my attention. When she walked up close, she got a little too close, so I took a step back. Was that a bug in her hair? Under the street light I could see something moving. Figuring it was a mosquito, and that she wouldn’t mind, I flicked it. “Bug” was all I said.

She just nodded, and started by saying, “Listen, I know I look weird……but please listen to what I have to say.” I said nothing and waited. “I saw you out on the ridge yesterday, because I was there too. You just didn’t see me.” I just looked at her. She continued, “And I thought it was really cool how you called the cops on those thugs, down in the valley.”

There haven’t been too many times in my life that I have been impressed by someone, but this was one of them. I finally nodded yes, not knowing what to say. “I want to help you” she said. I began to relax some, and was no longer even considering running. I began to think that maybe, just maybe, some of her weirdness, was well…..kind of attractive. Ok, give me a break…I am a guy, you know.

“I need to show you something” she said, “but we need to go up high on the ridge, like right now.” I was shocked, “What?? Now, in the dark??” She nodded yes, and said, “It’s important!”

She explained that she wanted to meet by the large group of rocks, on the west side, but I told her no, since the whole thing was illegal, (because of the hour) and I did not want to be stumbling around in the dark, we would meet in the parking lot.

She tried to object by saying, “But with your eyes….” I cut her off with a simple head shake no. So we each headed for our cars, and as she walked away, looking over her shoulder, she smiled she said, “By the way, my name is Michelle.” “And I really can help you.” She turned to face me, and walked backwards saying, “Besides…..you’re kind of cute.”


To be continued. I’m really enjoying writing this series, so I’ll be posting another segment tomorrow! Thanks for reading.


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Hawk Eyes II


Well, after Janet ran out and I talked to the police about her screaming, (don’t ask me about the story I made up) I was bummed out, and I decided to go out for the night. I’m not a drinker really, but I needed to be around people. And as long as I covered my eyes, I knew I would be ok.

Mack’s Pub was one of those places that men and women could meet each other. And there was never an atmosphere of pressure, it was always relaxed. You could be real with people, and not cover up who you really were. Well except for me, having the eyes of a bird of prey.

Everything was going well, until a certain lady, ok wait, I’m not sure if she was a lady, but she was a woman for sure. Anyway, she made a grand entrance when she opened the door, and yelled openly, “Hey!!” Everyone turned to look, and then she yelled, “I’m here now!” Without missing a beat, she walked up to the bar, and sat down just a few seats from me. I was praying she wouldn’t talk to me.

Mostly she was just bizarre looking. For one thing, she had a patch over one eye, and some messed up hair, like I had never seen before, covering the other eye. Did she even own a hairbrush? Or was that the style? And she kept mumbling to herself, while drinking her mug of beer.

And when she looked over my way, through her patch sizing me up, it was just way too much for me. I was hoping she wouldn’t say anything, but my hopes were dashed when she said, “I know who you are…..and I saw you out on the ridge yesterday.”

I inwardly panicked, but didn’t say anything. “Yep” she said. “That was you crossing over the stream, looking at your shadow, alright.” Was it true that she had seen me? I really had crossed the stream, just before I had seen the crime take place, down in the valley, and just before I called the police.

That had been my big surprise I wanted to share with Janet, before she took off running, and screaming. I could see far away, and I could turn it into something good! But now the one-eyed lady, with the messed up hair, cozied up to me at the bar, and repeated that she knew who I was.

I hated to do it, but I felt I had no choice. Just as she was moving in, and about to touch my arm, I turned to her, and lifted up my dark shades, praying no one else would see my eyes. Her jaw dropped, she said nothing, but she fainted and sprawled out on the floor.

In the noise and commotion, I slipped through the crowd. And this was probably the first time ever, I was glad not to be popular, with the ladies.


To be continued this weekend.


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Hawk Eyes


About a month later, I was back home on the east coast, hiding my eyes from those that knew me. My eyes had changed, I mean they really looked different. And I didn’t want anyone I knew, to start asking a lot of questions. I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize who I was anymore. Comparing what I saw in the mirror, with what I could find on the internet, I had the eyes of a bird of prey.

I had a sales job, so I could do a lot of that over the phone. If I did need to go to a client’s business, I simply wore dark sunglasses. I figured that wouldn’t last for long though. When customers want to buy a product, they want to be able to trust you, and that meant eye contact.

So most days I could get by, but the most difficult part was staying away from my sometimes girlfriend, Janet. She would call me almost every day, sometimes several times in a day, and I would always make excuses for not seeing her. If she would pushed too hard, and say she was coming over, I would pull my “I’m not feeling well” card. Yeah, I know it was a lie, and I hated telling her that, but I wasn’t ready for her to see me.

I spent a lot of time in the mountains trying to figure all this out. I hiked the trails, went into some of the deep forest. But whether I was walking or sitting on a tree stump, I was mostly thinking. Ok I was praying and thinking. Some people hate when you bring faith into anything, or say a word like “prayer”. But I prayed asking God, what in the heck this was, why “hawk eyes”?

I never got an answer, well not right away. I was kind of excited once I did find part of the reason. So I called Janet up, and invited her to an adventure. “Hey Janet, can you come over with your hiking boots?” “I want to go up in the mountains with you, and show you something I found.” She hesitated, “Are you sure you’re up to this Michael?” That was an honest question, since I had been lying to her about not feeling well. I swore to myself I would tell her the truth soon, and said yes, I was ready.

Once she made it to my apartment I knew I needed to tell her everything. I had my darkest shades on when I answered the door. We hugged, and she made her way to my lips with hers, but she reached to remove the glasses, so I pulled away. She said, “What is it sweetheart??”

I went for it. “Janet, something happened to me in the mountains out west……I’m not sure why, but I can see really far now…..I mean real far, like a hawk kind of far…” She looked dumbfounded, and waited. “And Janet my eyes, they even look different.”

Then I took off the dark shades, but I was not prepared for what happened next. She screamed so loud, and for so long, it was like she was had just seen a murder. She then ran out the door, leaving it open, and I never saw her again after that.

And someone did call the police, so I had some explaining to do.


To be continued, early next week.


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My Hawk Eyes


I’m not sure when I first got my eyes, but I do remember falling. I was out camping, actually I was on a spirit quest, in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. I was on the side of the mountain, and it had been raining for days when the whole trail gave way. I fell for hundreds of feet.

I was unconscious for the most part for three days! It took them that long to find me, and I could only hear them a little, as if I was in a distant tunnel. I had so many things broken, that I was sedated for a long time, to be honest I don’t remember how long. That’s when the dreams started.

They were cool dreams, and always started the same way – I was flying! Soaring over mountains, diving into valleys, and drifting over rivers. And yes I really could see long distances. I could see mice, and rabbits from hundreds of yards, even a mile away sometimes.

And then I would wake up with a start, checking my hands and feet to see if anything had changed. Over the period of months I was in the hospital, they gave me so many meds I couldn’t keep track. One of them broke me out and I was itchy all over. For the first time in my life, I had a panic attack because I thought the hives were spots where the feathers were starting!

When I could see mosquitos in the room though up close, I knew something was up. So, one morning, having had another dream, I forced myself out of bed (which I wasn’t supposed to do) and ventured into the hallway. I searched down the hallway and got the shock of my life.

I could see the hairpins in a nurse’s hair, some 50 yards away! It was the same in every direction, and I could easily focus in and out, close and far away.

It was only a few seconds before the nurses dragged back into the hospital room, but I knew I now had the eyes……of a hawk.


To be continued this weekend.


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The Tiny House – Conclusion


“Melody, that is no way to talk to your mother!!” Anna had never hung up on anyone, let alone her own daughter. Yet she felt hounded, trapped even, by her oldest daughter’s self-proclaimed advocacy for her to move out of her house. She felt bad about yelling at her though.

Three days later Melody was shockingly at her door, with a suitcase. “Melody…??” Melody didn’t skip a beat and said, “Momma, I’m sorry, I’m just….we all are just concerned…..about you.” With a deep sigh Anna invited her in, holding open the door, saying, “Come in child.”

As Melody stepped over the threshold she felt something odd. It was a presence, not a scary one….but a feeling, maybe of comfort. It was difficult to describe really. They went to the kitchen, where Anna put the kettle on, and pulled two cups and saucers from the cupboard.

Once she poured the tea, Anna asked, “So are you staying until you convince me to leave? Or just a few days?” Melody sat and stared at her cup, while bouncing the teabag in the water. To be honest she hadn’t thought of that. She hesitated but eventually got the words out: “No, actually Frank and I…..we had a fight, can I stay here a few days?”

Mother and daughter talked a long time, about marriage, about everything. “Melody you’re almost sixty years old, when are you going to find someone that treats you right?” Tears began welling in Melody’s eyes. She felt like a failure, and when Anna realized she said the wrong thing, they both stood up from the table and hugged.

Anna knew her daughter often felt lost, sometimes confused by life even. She always seemed like a little girl, lost in a forest. But now it was simply a time for holding her, assuring her, she was loved.

Melody reached for the Kleenex, and felt that comforting presence again. She said, “Momma, I feel a presence here…..there’s something different in this house, and well….I can’t explain it.” Anna smiled, while she looked outside, and saw the sun was setting.

Anna reached for the door, and said, “Let’s go down to the river, and I’ll explain it to you sweetheart.” As Melody listened, Anna explained about love living in her home, and the presence of Jacob, her husband. She never said that she saw him sometimes, even though she wanted to share that as well.

But as the sun grew dim, mother and daughter zipped their jackets a little higher, silently now watching the water flow over the rocks. Melody felt something to her left, at first only an outline of grey, then white…..and suddenly it was him. He was concentrating on the river, fishing.

But his spirit then turned to his daughter. He waved and smiled at her. Melody was stunned, but she managed to whisper, “Papa…..”

And somehow she knew……everything was going to be alright.


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