by Jack Swenson
The next morning I stood in the hallway outside of her bathroom watching her brush her hair. She was naked as a newborn. "I need somebody to love me,” she said. “I need somebody to carry me home." She was a frail beauty, a foundling, a girl of the streets. She had nowhere else to go. That evening we drank wine in the living room, and my wife told the youngster about my “stable.” I went to bed and dreamed about a girl half my age showing me her wedding ring. In the morning, I lay on my side and ran a finger down the girl's back, lightly tracing her spine. I remarked on the whiteness of her skin.
“It's not the end of the world,” I said. “Maybe you should talk to your psychiatrist,” my wife replied. We stood apart looking out at the reflection of a red sun on the mirror surface of the water, and I thought to myself, this is what my ancestors saw. Same trees, same lake.
Later we sat outside and talked about some mutual friends whom we hadn't seen in quite a while. I asked my wife if Barney was still in love with the preacher's wife. I looked up at the summer sky, at puffy clouds floating slowly inland, and I remembered another day some years before on a blanket up the hill from a cabin in the foothills under a sky that was a brighter blue. My wife got up and went inside. California was a nice place to live, she said, but it was a bit nippy on the western edge. I picked up a pencil and began to write my epitaph.
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Echoes and disconnects. A tip of the hat to Cocteau's Les enfants terrible.
This is really good, Jack. Sad, simple scenes, yes, echoes and disconnects. *
Lots of dissonance here. I keep reading the first scene over and over. Peace *
ooh, jack, this is wonderful. i especially like the 2nd part. the title and the end are fantastic, too. really enjoyed and wish for more authorial comments...cocteau is the stuff.
Enjoyed this, Jack. Good use of the physical world - "I looked up at the summer sky, at puffy clouds floating slowly inland, and I remembered another day some years before on a blanket up the hill from a cabin in the foothills under a sky that was a brighter blue."
Nice writing.
Beautifully opposed and interwoven elements. The second scene is my favorite. '...I thought to myself, this is what my ancestors saw. Same trees, same lake.' Strong stuff as always, Jack. *
Well done Jack. Loved that first paragraph, the danger and girl and everything. Awesome. Fave.
Good one, Jack.
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Ever see Jean-Pierre Melville's film of the Cocteau novel?
Yes, I really love the first scene in this. It had me hooked. Great story, gorgeous writing...description.
I love the subtlety in this piece. And the writing is pitch-perfect.
Gor-geous!!! I think it's one of your best. I like you doing this longer length stuff, I feel like I've been given a bigger present
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