“Will liked to live so that no one could find fault with him, and to do that he had to live as nearly like other people as possible.”
Flash Fiction
Goico Lou Will Live Forever in Our Hearts
Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.
― Arthur Koestler
Mrs. Henderson was clearly losing the battle against her yard. Weeds had taken over most of it, and the overgrown grass hid a few newspapers scattered across the lawn.
Kate sighed as she picked up yet another newspaper on her driveway. She lazily threw it over the fence to join the others on Mrs. Henderson’s yard. To the dismay of both women, the Tribune never seemed to deliver the paper to the right house. Even after numerous complaints.
All Kate wanted to do was take off her heels and relax in front of the television with a glass of wine, which is exactly what she did. It had been a lousy Monday.
Tell Me What You See
“Tell me what you see,” he said.
“Okay. There’s a pole about 10 ft. in front of us, and behind the pole, is the ocean,” she responded calmly.
“The ocean?”
“Yeah the ocean. It’s big and all around us. I think the sun will be setting soon too.”
“Oh, is there a beach?” he asked and gripped his white cane a little tighter.
“No, not really,” she said. “Between the pole and the ocean there’s a bunch of big rocks that lead down to the water.”
He breathed deeply and felt the ocean breeze play with his hair. Then, he put his arm around her shoulders. “Tell me what you see.”
“I see you…”
And he leaned in for a kiss.
Make the Welkin Dance 