Saturday, April 18, 2015

mad


It's all lies what they claim. They talk all lies about her dark-eyed sullenness. They say her forced smile confirmed madness. Sure it was forced. That's a proper greeting for the cold unforgiving townsfolk I'd say.
I moved her from the cemetery back to behind her little cottage. By that moss wall. Tell no one. Out front the overgrown grass is in uneven clumps now. Azalea tree blossoms of rose pink have coated the yard with a fragrant cover. It's quite beautiful.

In back she had the small man-made pond. I should say woman-made. "I troweled it carefully by hand", she whispered behind me as I was admiring it one Sunday. A reflecting pool of sorts that bottle-necked into a runaway creek. "The fish just knew the way", she laughed.

She asked if I could take the masonry bit and demolish the moss-laden low wall. I told her it was charming, the soft lime-green stone complimented the black cottage, and to let it settle there forever. I turned to her and she was looking at me, eyebrows raised, her eyes not meeting mine, but at my forehead. She seemed pleased at the suggestion, and to have gained my trust, and shortly afterwards is when she revealed who's reflection she'd witnessed amongst the fish. Actually, she recounted, the fish moved to one side out of the way, and she saw Him.
"Him?"
"A Love lost in war". Her eyes filled with tears then and she looked away. "Don't tell anyone. His arms outstretched, he begs me to come". I hesitated, and she waited patiently. "They'll think me mad", her voice cracking.
"Of course you're mad. You're a poet, remember"? A string of white doves fluttered over us. We both watched. "My daughter has your collection in reach by her nightstand to keep her company in travel".

She liked that. No forced smile. But Life was just too hard, and she died so young. One moonless night I buried her next to the wall. You ask me with your teeth clinched if I've seen her. Yes, I've seen her reflection in the quiet pond, arms crossed...at peace.

painting by Daria Petrilli

6 Comments:

Blogger Elena Sands said...

Good imagery with some nice details, "the fish found the way". Good write.

4/21/2015 7:44 AM  
Blogger Berowne said...

In a word, remarkable...

4/21/2015 2:21 PM  
Blogger Michael said...

a powerful scene. Feels like it should be apart of some larger work.

4/21/2015 7:02 PM  
Blogger Helena said...

Fishy tale to the best! Nice to read a short story, too...!

4/23/2015 2:17 PM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

I am just this mad...poignant write Phil...

4/25/2015 2:20 PM  
Blogger judie said...

Awesome story, from beginning to end. I love flash fiction, because one does not have to sit and read for hours and hours to find out what happens. This one is really good!

5/19/2015 5:53 PM  

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