Spirit & Flesh!   (500 word ~ Flash fiction) 

By Len Morgan

My Scars are evidence that I’m fallible.  I’ve been injured many times, yet always I have survived.  I have beaten faster men, better men, and stronger men.  I beat them because I am too blind stupid to know when I'm beaten! As time passes they begin to doubt; their confidence evaporates; their strength starts to wane, their mind allows vulnerability in.  Then their imagination starts working overtime and they begin to fear.  From then on, their days are numbered.  But, I’m getting older, and slower.  It's just a matter of time…

If killing is wrong then why do I feel so exulted with each cutting thrust of my sword?

Spirit & Flesh! 

The Spirit is immortal and so has eternity in which to enjoy the finer things; beauty of thought and deed; with ample time to contemplate them to the full. 

The Flesh knows it has but a short span on earth. Time in which to taste the riches and pleasures of life: greed, gain, and lust, three of the hungers to be sated in life.  It wants to experience everything in full measure, caring only for its own existence:  The Joy of Life!

Copyright Len Morgan