Ode to Shadows

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Ode to Shadows

She takes me everywhere she goes. I would be lying if I said I didn’t love it. When we are out together, I see so many faces and places, people like us, zooming here and there, where are they all going in such a rush? Do they have the same routine like we do? Day after day. There’s the morning walk with Timothy to put him on the school bus, then the walk to the train station. I often lose my bearings here as people swirl past us, towering over us as we move to catch our ride to work.  Mary in the office always finds something to compliment when we get in, today it was our dragonfly brooch. She never compliments me; the lighting in the office isn’t very good. We work diligently but our mind is elsewhere, lost in the beat on the dance floor of life. Lunch time in the cafeteria is always a hoot. We don’t gossip but we love to sit and listen to what the ladies have to say about their husbands and their boytoys, or for a few extra saucy ladies, a combination of both.

After work we take the long way home. The babysitter picks Timothy up from school which means we have time for a stroll. The park is filled with families running and frolicking about, young couples giggling over ice cream cones and banter as they walk by us, smiles on every face in sight. They all remind us of our younger days before our friends got married and moved to Orange county—the suburbs—to raise children and get away from the hustle and bustle we’ve both grown to love as, almost as if its another addition to our family.  

There is another reason we chose to stay in the city, it’s why we take this stroll three, four times a week. When we walk back to the train station the sun is setting and as it shines through the slats of the windows in the waiting area, she sees his face, his eyes light up and she’s reminded of jubilant days.

Her heartbeat rises up in her throat, above the clatter of her heels, above the sound of the crowd and goosebumps on her forearm shiver to life. They pretend to be strangers but the facade doesn’t last long. They only stand together for fifteen to twenty minutes a day, any longer and she’s afraid of what she might do. Give him an inch and he will take a mile. She likes that about him, that he pushes her buttons, in a kind way. I get to see a smile on her face for no more than eighty minutes a week, and for every second of it I stretch out onto the floor and relax as I witness love in 3-D.

 


Submitted: May 08, 2020

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Criss Sole

Very original story. Made me smile. That shadow has a mind of her own, hehe.

Tue, May 26th, 2020 2:36pm

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Thank you! A smile is exactly what I was going for :)

Tue, May 26th, 2020 7:40am

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