Waltzing with a Dead, Raw Turkey

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
From Stranger Things Happen, my book of 76 overlapping flash fiction stories inspired by original street photography. Available on Amazon in all global markets.

Submitted: February 16, 2016

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How does one live again? You ask yourself this as you stand there at the hospital bed or gravesite or kitchen table in the harsh and lonely light of morning after it’s all said and done, after you’re left ruined and rattled. You ask yourself this the first day and the second and the next and for a string of days as long as the wind and as endless as the color orange (his favorite).

Then, one day you forget to ask. You don’t even notice. You just forget, and you go about your business. You go to work. You go to meetings. You go to lunch. And then you stand there, saying goodbye to your friends, when you suddenly see him, a new him, and something inside of you dances, a goofy, giddy dance like before when you wore toe socks and waltzed with a dead, raw turkey (it was a Thanksgiving; it was fun; your other “he” had laughed). Something inside of you feels alive for the first time in so long that it almost tickles, like grass on bare feet in springtime.

Yet as a smile starts its mint-like invasion across your concrete face, you notice something.

He is looking at her, not you.


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