The Last People on Earth VI – Dinner for Two

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He didn’t ask her anymore, and didn’t need to. Miriam began weeping, and instinct told him to embrace her, so they embraced each other. He reached her some Kleenex. “I’m sorry!”, she said. “Never be sorry for emotions that can heal you”, and he assured her it was ok. Miriam burst out with, “I’ve made such a mess of things today!”, and she wept even more. He held her closer, (she was sitting down) until the waves of grief passed. He smiled at her, taking her face in his hands, letting her know it was good to be here, and that she could share more if she needed to. Their foreheads met, and she began to feel relieved. These moments were very special, drew them closer, and melted any ice there may have been lingering. They didn’t know it at the time, but years later they would still remember, these feelings, these moments, in Room 132.

Jeremiah wanted to lighten things up a bit, so after this, he got a wonderful gleam in his eye. He looked her square in the face and asked, “Should I help you with your leg now?”. Realizing he was hoping to see more of her, at the top of her leg, she smiled and said, “No, I can handle that on my own – thank you!” She took the peroxide from his hand, and they both chuckled. “Let me know if you need any stitches there!”, he said laughingly, heading towards the door. He loved her blend of French and African accent!

“Wait!” Miriam had a question, as his hand turned the door handle. He turned to her, and she asked, “How do you know so much about medicine and stitching the skin?” “I didn’t tell you?” “I was in medical school when the wars broke out, I went for 3 years”, he said. “Ah, I see”. Now it was her turn to smile, but she didn’t tell him why. As he went down to cook them some dinner, she was thinking……..well to be honest……she was embarrassed…….because she thinking about having babies, and he would do a wonderful job with the deliveries. She blushed, holding her hand over her mouth. She sure wished her Mama was alive to talk to right now. And she loved his red hair and freckles!

An hour later Miriam entered the dining room again, and the smells were intoxicating. “Fried potatoes”, she said out loud. She could smell grilled onions too, and some spices. Jeremiah poked his head out of the kitchen, saw her, and said dinner would be ready in 10 minutes. “We’re eating in the atrium tonight, I thought it would be good to see the sky as we eat.”

She reached for a chocolate mint he had left on the table for her, and unwrapped it, as he banged some pots and pans around in the kitchen. Suddenly there was a loud banging sound, of metal on metal, and “ouch!” that came from the kitchen. “Jeremiah??” Miriam was concerned and laughing, at the same time. “I’m alright!” he said.

Miriam thought the food was wonderful, and they did look at the beautiful, late summer sky. But mostly they talked. Miriam began to open up, and explained she was a bio-chemist. He was fascinated with her work. In fact, she had packed up her laboratory and had it in a trailer a few blocks away. She explained, “I was hoping to not go back to Canada”. He understood. He reached for her hand and said, “Regardless of our relationship, let’s make sure we stick together.”

No one mentioned anything about marriage, and they didn’t need to. They said good night in the hallway, and went to their separate rooms. She would have given herself freely to him that night, but he didn’t go down that road. He was giving her more time to heal, and she loved him for it. Besides………they would both know when the time was right.

To be continued.

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

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On This River

By the River

A Prose Poem

It was on this river that once flowed, her parent’s blood. She would never forget the image in her mind, of them running towards the river, screaming and praying, when the rifles rang out. Her parents went face down in the water, while she hid in the bushes. The white’s idea of war, included women and children. The did not fight like men. Even Grandfather died when his heart gave out.

The question was, now what, after 20 years? She didn’t like the white minister, he was always saying things that made people feel bad, but he did say one thing she liked. It was about forgiveness. As she watched the river flowing over the rocks, she was asking herself, could she? Could she no longer be angry and forgive?

She did learn that not all whites were evil, only some. Some were also for peace. She liked the people of the Quaker Tribe, they had love in their hearts. Some of the women even reminded her of her mother. She looked intently at the water. There was something here, something calling her, perhaps the Creator. But she could not, she just could not forgive. She prayed for strength, and decided she would try again tomorrow.

 

 

 

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Escape IV – The Cove

Maine and More 248

Contemporary Microfiction

It was the sheer beauty of the place. Everywhere he looked he thought of Rachel, wishing she could see, what he was seeing. He loved the Caribbean, and the Bahamas were no exception. She would have loved it here.

For Jonathan and Elaine, this was a retreat. They didn’t come to the Bahamas for the casinos and nightclubs, they wanted peace and quiet. Yet, if any of them wanted the nightlife, there was plenty of it not far away. Belinda let down the anchor once the Escape had reached a quiet cove. They hopped in the inflatable and went onshore.

After going through customs, they rented some scooters. Chuck and Robert headed one way and Jonathan, Elaine, and Belinda went another. As they road through the town, Chuck was having a great time, laughing and smiling, talking about the women they passed, “She’s gorgeous! Did you see her?” Robert only managed an occasional smile.

He also imagined Rachel on the back of his scooter, seeing it all with him. But the grief was starting again, even if he did love the place. He almost wrecked the scooter once, going straight where there was no road, instead of leaning into the curve. “Dude, what is wrong with you?” Chuck began chiding him, but once he looked at Robert’s face he knew what the deal was. “Man, I’m sorry, but you’ve got to go on living”, was all he could say.

That night it was only Chuck and Robert on board the Escape sleeping. Jonathan and Elaine had gone to a resort for some “privacy”, and Belinda decided to check out the nightclubs. Chuck was worried sick about her, but they both knew she was old enough to take care of herself. Did Chuck like her? He wasn’t sure.

It was 5:30 am when Belinda came back on board, stumbling, making a lot of noise. She had taken a water taxi. Chuck was enraged at being woken up. By 6:00, Robert was up for good, and decided he needed the solitude of a beach. He left a note for Belinda and Chuck, and took the inflatable.

As he steered towards the beach, he thought of Jonathan and Elaine, and the pain and suffering they had been through. Occasionally he thought he saw something like grief in their eyes. How do you make love to a woman with no chest? Did they cry, trying to make love? It was too much to think about.

Tears. He was tired of tears. Once he was on the beach, he pulled the boat on shore, and looked at his watch. “Oh God!”, he said out loud, as he sank to his knees. Tomorrow, was his 6th wedding anniversary…….he was determined though, to stop the pain…….and the grieving. He needed to live again.

 

To be continued.

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Blessings to everyone, and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Cellist – The Conclusion

flying with a cello

Contemporary Fiction

As the musicians filed into the empty concert hall, very few said anything. Most could not believe they were here doing this, and they wondered where they would get the strength from. It was their first rehearsal since the explosion, and they were all still grieving.

The first hour did not go well. Some were weeping as they played and they all had difficulty concentrating. More than one person excused themselves for a few minutes, to gather themselves, and then they came back, in the middle of the piece. Violinist Harriet Clarke walked off, in the middle of the 9th Symphony. Everyone heard her, off stage, sobbing huge sobs. The conductor stopped the orchestra and waited. When Harriet returned, they began again, from the beginning.

Something unusual took place though, after that first hour. It was not simply the music soothing their souls (although that was happening), the orchestra became…..well…..determined. A sense of resolve began to develop. Each person started believing that they could do this. And more – each person began believing they needed to do this. The music began to flow, a bit choppy at times, but it flowed. After several days of rehearsals, including on the afternoon of the concert, they all knew they were ready.

The orchestra would start with a modern piece, entitled, “Healing”, chosen specifically for this concert. Debbie would have a brief solo in this, and then they would launch into Vivaldi’s “Spring”, and then “Summer”, and most of Beethoven’s 9th Symphony. The pieces were chosen specifically for this concert. orchestra

That night the concert hall began to fill quickly. There was a tension in the air, and excitement too. There was tension from being only one block from where the explosion occurred, and an excitement because they all knew this concert would be special. It was the beginning of a process, for healing.

Then it was time for the musicians to take the stage. They began warming up, and making final adjustments. The conductor walked out, to the podium where he had his back to the audience. He made sure he had what he needed, including several batons. As he looked over the orchestra, he had a tremendous sense of pride in each one of them. As far as he was concerned, they were all courageous warriors, fighting despair and fear, refusing to give up. Several of them had been injured in the explosion, including Debbie. He saw her watching, and they both smiled at each other, confident they would win this battle.

A reverent hush fell over the audience as the lights went down. Each musician poised themselves in the ready position. Energy, and that newly found determination, filled each one of them. And then – they were launched by the conductor. The nervousness of the orchestra vanished as soon as they began playing. The first piece, “Healing”, had a burst in the beginning, and loud percussions. Then the strings slowed the piece down, with sorrowful, weeping type of notes, and a slow tempo. At was at this point that Debbie’s solo came in, and she was ready for it.

First there was the slow, weeping sound that only a cello could make. Everyone was feeling the emotion, of the music and the playing of it. Debbie was lost in it and began weeping, but she played it flawlessly. Then the pace began to quicken and there short bursts from her instrument, symbolizing anger. All of the anguish she had been feeling came through her playing. It was tangible. The orchestra felt it, and the audience felt it. The audience experienced the emotion through Debbie’s cello. Tears began to flow.

hand and celloGradually the pace slowed again, and the rest of the orchestra joined in for the transition of life returning. The orchestra was energized as a result of this piece. They seemed to be on fire the rest of the night. It was without question their greatest performance. They were doing battle, and victory was theirs! The audience experienced victory as well, as they lived the music, and let it heal them.

After the performance, the audience erupted. They cheered, and yelled, and clapped, all at the same time. Yes, they would survive! They would all keep fighting, and never give up. Never! Many came onto the stage and gave hugs to the orchestra. There was back slapping and hand shaking. It was indeed a celebration of life.

Two weeks after the concert, a memorial service was held for the victims, and their families, in the city’s largest cathedral. There were a lot of good things said. Candles were lit, prayers were said, and it was good because the people received comfort. There was a sense of community, and togetherness.

The most memorable part came at the end, when a one armed woman by the name of Katherine Harrison came to the podium. She mentioned she not only lost her arm, but her seven year old son, in the explosion. She spoke briefly about the incredible anguish, and her grief. There was not a dry eye in the place. But then strangely she switched her speech to the topic of……forgiveness. She spoke about what forgiveness was and what it was not. “I’m not there yet…” “…but I’m working on it”. She thought forgiveness was refusing to hate, and continuing to love no matter what. She then read a quote from Mahatma Gandhi which said, “An eye for an eye, makes the whole world blind”. It was true and everybody knew it.

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The Rescue of Red Hawk – Part II

Sky and Clouds

Microfiction

The huge animal’s head was at least ten times the size of his own. He knew it was real, he could not deny what he was seeing, and that he was feeling the hot breath of Great White Buffalo in his face. Yet, he could not comprehend the animal being just inches away, so he just sat there and stared.

“You have hurt a lot of people, and there is a lot of work to be done, so come walk with me”, the great animal spoke without moving his lips. They walked together into the large herd of buffalo, and Red Hawk stuck close to the White Buffalo’s left side. Normally Red Hawk would have been crushed by the menacing herd, but they simply parted for the Great White, as if a great chief were walking by.

The White Buffalo began speaking to his mind about all the wrong things he had done, and the way he had hurt people. There were times that Red Hawk stopped in his tracks. He only remembered pieces of what he heard. Then they would walk on, and he would hear more of his cutting lodges with a knife, yelling at people, throwing water on cooking fires, and many more. He began weeping, with tears streaming down his face.

Then the worst of it came. The Great White Buffalo told Red Hawk about four different women he had beaten, three of them badly, when they had rejected him. This broke him into a thousand pieces, and he fell to his knees. He could not believe he had done such a thing, yet flashes came to his mind and he remembered the women. He remembered the anger he felt, so it must be true. He let out a scream of grief which could be heard for miles, and he wept bitterly.

He could not remember much after that, other than a warm yellow light shining on him from the heavens. He lay on the ground holding his head, wanting to die, weeping until long after dark.

He did not remember sleeping, but the next morning he woke to a small pile of wild vegetables, and berries next to him. The White Buffalo was off in the distance, as if he was guarding Red Hawk to keep him safe. He heard the Buffalo say, “Eat, Red Hawk, you will need your strength”. He had forgotten what food tasted like, and it did help him. The huge white animal walked over when he had finished and said, “I need to show you something, but you must be willing. It will be a vision.” Red Hawk shook his head yes, and closed his eyes.

Suddenly in his mind he saw flashes of light, mountains, rivers, the great sea, ten thousand thoughts came flooding in all at once – and then he was flying. Into the heavens he soared, above the clouds, more flashes of light, streams, rivers, water flowing over rocks. Trees were waving in the wind.

And then he saw himself sitting in the snow, and the vision went deep into his mind. He saw something that did not look right. In his mind there was something that looked like tree branches but they were all twisted, and tangled. The White Buffalo’s voice told him, that blood was not flowing right in his mind. The vision went deeper, like searching the depths of the sea, and he saw something there. In his mind he saw….well it looked like…..it looked like a pebble. There was a pebble in his mind that should not be there. He saw it. And the Great White Buffalo told him that it was causing a problem with his blood flowing. There were more flashes of light and the vision ended….

On the Edge of the Woods

Note: Next time healing comes to the Grie village. Thanks for reading!

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