Before She Gets into the Car
Before she gets into the car, they say how much they will miss each other, and they know they probably won't. They want to hear it, though.
He stands and waves until she turns the corner. His white shirt gleams in morning light.
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Author's Note
From my 2021 prose poetry collection Kaleidoscope.
Other stories by Beate Sigriddaughter
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Precise and haunting.*
Does she wave back, one wants to know ? Probably not, so there's that, a constructive absence, a lack. The mood is cool, distanced? Whose: Hers or the omniscient, invisible narrator?
I like the way this piece provokes questions with and without answers the way it implies without stating, making the reader work, yet seems complete...
Admirable, really.
"His white shirt gleams in morning light."
Effective and affecting.
Love that you chose white. Makes me think of blank. Nice.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Tim, David, Darryl, Gary, and Dianne.
Nice.
The chasm between is and want. Strong closing image.Good piece, Beate. *
I wonder where she's going. I wonder a lot of things. Great piece *