Fine, true, it was in a cemetery. What can I say? Not that I would post that, maybe, or tweet the fact, but yes, I own it.
Hey, it’s a different world now, right? And when we Liked each other’s comments on a Local Music page, then ran across each other again in a Green New Deal thread, then became Friends, it wasn’t long before we wanted to see each other in flesh and blood.
No restaurants. None of the parks opened up again yet. Not a single bar. So I took a chance. I don’t mean a COVID-era screw-social-distancing chance; more like a he-may-never-reply-to-this chance.
In these long slow times, I had been pondering exactly that—time. It was like I now, finally, had learned how to inhabit the present: hearing birdsong, studying a fallen pine cone, gingerly planting seeds.
But wait, behind the immediate, there would rise every so often a swift breeze from the future, tipping me into conjecture and confusion and hope, asking me to set questions against trust, and measure mission by the rule of belief. An impossible place. Just give me straight apple blossoms; give me the winging gull.
Later, with dark perhaps, might come a different sort of wind. The past, of course, whistling half the night to have me remembering childhood, pondering my parents, dreaming layer by layer into further generations; tumbling back.
Which is how I came up with the cemetery for our meeting place. I wanted to scatter rose petals and purple irises across my brother’s grave. I wanted to sit silent, to watch, to hear small bees in the California lilac above it.
I needed to cover it all—bring past, hold present, have faith in future—as I met him first time amidst fading gravestones, under ancient oaks, eyes following together the tumbled clouds.
“Wonder if one of the mausoleums is open…” he grinned.
I punched his arm. We didn’t need to be anywhere but right there.
We had time.
6 Replies to “RIGHT THERE, a lockdown flash fiction piece”
Your writing is so lyrical! Beautiful story. I’m glad I finally got good link to it <3
Thank you, J.E.M.
Those darn unlyrical links… 🙂
A sweet story, with beautiful language. I liked the way it made me think about what has changed in our world right now.
Thank you for your thoughts, Gabrielle ~ Yes, and some of the changes are different for each person – Now I can’t stop writing ‘lockdown stories’ from all different perspectives.
Your writing is art! I could see it all. The scene like a painting you just want to take your time and take it all in.
Thank you, Melody! I was so glad I had an old cloud photo that fit perfectly too 🙂
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