Many thanks as always to Rochelle for giving us Friday Fictioneers.
Daddy
White linens, slightly creased. A stray gray-brown hair. The pillow echoes an indentation. The white sheet, a white woven cotton blanket envelope back.
Months ago, Jess rested his copy of “Heart of Darkness” on the speaker, forgotten, just after Lenny’s band performed, playing “Where Have All the Flowers Gone,” just for him.
We watch snow geese arrow south, their calls beating against the winter air, grayness seeping around us, the cold bone-chilling wet, we hug out coats tighter, watching the white v against slate.
He coughs. Waves us away, again and again.
White linen slightly creased, cold.
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Liked the details in this Sascha, the little things that you remember from a scene like that.
Evocative and poetic, Sascha
The memory. The grief. The indented pillow. Someone missing and missed. You’ve brought it all home to us. Wonderful.
There are moments of still silence that capture the slide into grief in this piece. Well done.
That was beautiful, Sascha. Well done.
Dear Sascha,
Toughing and poignant piece. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Details that stay in our minds speak of deeply-felt emotion. Well done.
I love way you’ve told the entire story with just the details. We get the sense of loss and missing with the only action being a cough and a wave.