Mark D. Dirienzo

The Fisherman Mark D. Dirienzo

Another crossroad.... Forget the past and attempt to find my final peace or continue down the road I was already so deeply vested? Maybe I would finally find the truth I created in the justice I served. I had to make a snap decision. Silence passed in the universe around me as if time had stopped. I nodded my head in acceptance of my choice knowing the consequences may never fully envelope me in this life time. I tapped out a quick e-mail, packed my bags and booked a flight. When the flight attendant announced prime boarding pass members, I walked solemnly and with courage to my assigned seat. I had boarded the flight to my next destination. For me it would always be a fight between what I know to be true and what I think really happens when justice is served. Taxiing down the runway to the rest of my days, I could see her dancing, silently smiling back at me in the shadow of what is my reality.