You trip into my presence with your three little letters. Apologies. Awkwardness. Laughter. One sentence spills over into another until a steady stream of thoughts begins to flow. It bends around silence. Leaps playfully over the past. Roars into a frothy, joyous finish.
We spill into the quiet pool below as waves of …regret …uncertainty …loss lap around us. We swim quietly to the edge of what was and leave its cold warmth behind. I start to walk away…but I turn instead. I see us reflected within its cloudy blue surface. For a second, the need to return to its embrace is almost greater than the power of reason.
But I hesitate for a second. A large rock plops into the midst of us, shattering the fantasy into a million droplets of pain. I look up and he stands there. He silently lofts another rock into his hand and grins.
“I waited.”
You have the ability to say sagas with very little words. This is beautiful as always Kat. What I love the most about is how you have started, lived and completed two lives in some simple lines which encompass every known emotion to us. Encore!
Thank you, John. Unfortunately, in real life the waiting didn’t really happen. But prose makes all things perfect. And a kat always lands on her feet… eventually.