A friend whose creative expressions mean a lot to me has agreed to allow her first cyberspace publication to happen here. I am honored to present Laura’s artful flash.
Mercy for Fil
Fil woke up in his usual world. It had been a life of twists and turns for sure, but being able to predict the beauty of the land he lived on, rain or shine, made it bearable. This was it: animals loving to see him, the same hills, fields, sounds, neighbors, and events.
Study of an Old Man's Profile, Galleria degli Uffizi, Firenze
One time, however, he knew that something was different. Close to ninety now, the noise of tiny children nearly finished, he thought he heard something else. He might have used the word silence, and maybe this was all there was to it. The moments seemed…friendly, a balanced and simultaneous mixture of remembering – and forgetting. All of his years of having to make up his mind, to always need to answer to someone, didn’t seem to matter. It was rather nice.
He didn’t know what he was doing next. Sometimes he thought his mind had forgotten to care, but he didn’t know for sure. Other times he spent hours wondering what else there was. There didn’t seem to be a straight answer, or the answer, being straight, wasn’t quite right.
He decided it would be best to forget to remember. He pulled on his clothes, laced up his boots, and returned to his fairly lonely, but safer, existence.
I liked this….
thanks, Laura, and Deanna.
Thank-you, Deb, for sharing.
-Laura