A Moment

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

“Don’t go alone,” she said. 

My sister worries.

“I won’t be alone.” 

She frowned.

“It’s where we used to go, Tom and I.”

That didn’t stop her worrying.  A hug helped.  A little.


But I need to be alone not alone with my grief sometimes.

Grief is a thief, but also a giver.

It sharpens senses, restores memories, deepens reflections.

Others press on me their sympathy.  It is warm and needed.  The kind words of friends and their embraces calm my heart, but they seldom bring enlightenment. 

I do not feel Tom’s presence in my soul unless I’m solo.




The travelled trail seems the same; the seasons differ.  I reach the ridge and find a place to sit, so I can look up rather than looking where I step.


The quiet crowd of trees keeps to itself.  It bends to the wind but not to me.  I respect that.


The stillness of the colored sky bears watching.  It changes slowly.  It takes time to watch.


I remember times past with Tom, so poignantly it hurts.  But so many joyful moments come to mind, I can’t stop smiling, even here with no one to see my foolish face.


Do I feel Tom present here today?  Do we have a somehow future?  I long to believe that is more than just words.  I shift uneasy on my stony perch.


The wind whispers, “Peace, be still.”  The distant sea reflects an ageless calm I can hold only for a moment with a mortal’s restless gaze.  My days are too short to be truly serene.


And still too long, with Tom gone. 


He wants me to breathe deeply, I feel, and then walk on, renewed. 


Sometimes stillness heals what words cannot.

Still …

Submitted: June 28, 2021

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Kossettes Novellettes

A study of someone going through grief I truly did like it honestly. It read like a poem and it actually had me immersed the entire time. I just imagined sitting on the side of bridge or near an ocean and thinking (I know that wasn't the setting). This was a very nice piece.

Tue, June 29th, 2021 12:48am

Scott Blackmer

Thank you. It's for those of us who have lost a loved one. As we do. And find them, and ourselves. As we may.

Tue, June 29th, 2021 2:36am

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