Flashbacks for 2006

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January, 2006

And By Nature

“January is named for Janus, the Roman god of gates,” she said, as if she hadn’t heard me ask where she was last night instead of at the restaurant with me. “He had two faces. –What did you say, darling?”

“Nothing, Jan.”

Now, guess her given name.

February, 2006

I Alone, He Alone

Seated together by chance. Talked through intermission. Agreed to drinks after. For once, Madama Butterfly had a happy ending.

March, 2006

Windfall

I stopped the car and got out, cursing the limb across the road. Then– The deer! The sunset!

April, 2006

Catalog

He lists my faults, flaws, shortcomings. I turn the pages and list the common garden toxic pretty plants.

May, 2006

Hazelnut Coffee

One whiff, and I taste almond biscotti. I hear your voice sharing secrets, sharing jokes. My cream and sugar friend.

June, 2006

Superstition

“I caught the bouquet! I’m next to be married!”

Ben looks at the blooms in horror.

Bet he breaks up with me. That’s my plan, anyway.

July, 2006

On Holiday

One week, plus the long weekend! Ten whole days, and I don’t have to whack one single person, unless I just want to!

August, 2006

Dead Dog

He lies on his spine, legs curled, head back, ears limp as stilled wings. Comes a breeze. He stretches to catch it, then dies again.

September, 2006

Librarian

I’ve been in circulation, but a long time on the shelf.

He checked me out. “You’re a rare find–a desirable collectible.”

Words long overdue.

October, 2006

Cider

“How did you get him to drink it, Grandpa? He never will, for his daddy or me.”

“Told him it was apple blood.”

…Yes, that would do it.

November, 2006

Last Leaves

Birth, growth, young ones, lush plenty– Ours, together. Now, in the chill, we try not to think of when it will be just one, then neither.

December, 2006

Victor

He stands over his opponent’s dead body and shouts triumph through the frosty wood. Ivy-crowned, he exults, The Summer King, at the year’s turn.

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About

I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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