Moving On

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

A woman letting go

"He'll be in Phoenix now", thought Amber, gathering the shawl
about her shoulders. "Will he be too nervous to eat?"
She remembered the rubric, ‘If you love something, set it free ...’
but the ache didn’t go away.  And, the weeks of anticipation 
had only made it worse. “It’s now or never”, Elvis Presley had 
proclaimed, “My love won’t wait”.
Her gaze extended beyond the peaks east of the Central Valley.
Here, in her perfect place, she could be truly quiet, without
being Alone.
Her phone rang.
“Hi.”
“Hi. Are you On Top of Ol’ Smoky?”
“Of course.  Where else would I be today?”
“Practicing?”
“Trying to ...”
“His yoke is easy – and His burden is light” he teased.
“You’re a Big Deal”, she said.
“Well, it would be wonderful to be together, but the mahatma 
doesn’t make house calls.”
Amber chuckled.  This might be okay.
“Have you eaten?”
“Naw. Too excited.  I ran into John and Robin, and Mark.  
They all have that same look.”
“What ‘look’?”
“’Too excited to eat!’  The session was oversubscribed, so they set
up another one for tomorrow morning.  Seriously, I can’t thank
you enough for turning me on to Knowledge.  That’s why I called
you.” 
Amber took a breath.  Settled in.
“You should eat something.  Knowledge is subtle, and the fewer
distractions, the better.”
“OK.  I promise.  I love you, Amber.  Gotta go.”
...
He had no idea.
It was getting dark, and the path was narrow.


Submitted: June 01, 2021

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