A trio of "shorts"

* These are the end result of a writing assignment from a workshop taken years ago in Denver. The assignment was a 10-minute timed write, with the instructor providing the opening lines- we were to expand from there.... The opening lines given are in large print, the body of the poem is my brainchild entirely. I REACH MY HAND INTO THE VASTNESS… No, not my hand but an allegorical one; that is my heart and with it I grasp truth, claim it and embrace it like a long-lost child. And this brings me a renaissance of spirit, of mind, a flowering and behold the blossom is poetry- there in the vastness, the former void there now bloom fertile fields watered by this thing called life. SOMETIMES SHE COULD’NT SHAKE THE FEELING OF… An inexplicable eeriness was it premonition or an omen? She would get these strange vibes from certain people ones who otherwise seemed perfectly fine with nothing out of kilter… This feeling was becoming bothersome an impediment to potential relationships/friendships- was it legitimate or mere paranoia? DANA RUBBED THE SMOOTH STONE IN HIS POCKET… It was done out of reflex unconsciously, the stone had become something of a talisman- not to be worn as an amulet, but private there, in his pocket a secret charm, a token of good fortune. Or, sometimes he’d rub it warding off worry thus this gold flecked pebble gathered from a mountain riverbed became a gateway to magic and more…