--THERE ARE ALL KINDS OF WAYS TO FORGET
…How's weekend? I
hope it's the best ever.
…I got my copy of the print anthology of “Crack the Spine.”
I had two short pieces in it.This was one:
Bad Fruit
Each
day she comes to the same place, bringing a knife and nothing else.
It
is not a mountain but a hill. After all
these months of climbing up and down, she should be in better physical
condition, yet she’s always winded by the time she reaches the top. He is never there, but one day, after so
long, after so many attempts, he is.His back is turned towards her. He’s picking wild huckleberries from the scraggly bushes on the slope. The sun, looming large, is a bright blister filled with pus. There is no wind. Sparrows--usually a mainstay here—are now nonexistent.
He’s focused, picking the fruit. This irony is not lost on her.
The knife feels like a heavy slab in her hand, cold instead of hot. She tests the blade, and though it slices her thumb, drawing a red rivulet of blood, she is numb.
All these years she has waited to have her revenge and now this: a stupid dullness.
But once she is halfway down the hill, he calls, “Sister! Sister, wait!”
His voice--a vibrato cobra--lassoes her neck and instead of running, she stops, waits, the knife now molten in her hand.
…Here are a few things I like:
"Art is meant to disturb." Georges Braque
"God could not be everywhere, so he created
mothers." Jewish proverb
"Everything has its wonders, even darkness and
silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content."
Helen Keller
"Every man stamps his value on himself... man is
made great or small by his own will." J.C.F. von Schiller
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