I Know So

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I Know So

Two years ago, two towns over, we helped with clean-up. You think you’re picking up trash until you realize it’s a girl’s dolly or photographs or a cheap guitar priceless to its owner.

The tornado’s passed. Jake and the girls bound from the cellar followed by Loki. I know the house is gone. I know the yard will be strewn with bits. We’re not rich, but those are just things. My family, my dog, and my neighbors I can’t replace.

I step outside, the air smells of petrichor. Jake embraces me.

“It’ll be alright.”

I squeeze him; I know so.

 

end 2/19/2017

S. Darlington

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22 replies »

  1. That’s such a difficult thing to capture, Sascha, that sudden shock when you realise the rubble and the detritus after a disaster is people’s lives. It summoned that up for me, And it taught me a new word.

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