by Kathy Fish
At the Cimitiere Montparnasse he offers the girl his raincoat. I'm searching for Samuel Beckett, he says, and holds an umbrella over her as she consults her map. We're close, she says, pointing. I'll go with you. Then we can visit Simone de Beauvoir. My name is Scarlet. She closes her eyes. And I have been widowed twice. He thinks she looks too young for that. After, he says, we can grab a pint. The sleeves of his coat hang black and wet, to her knees. She smells like candy cigarettes. They stand in front of Beckett's grave. A three-legged cat shivers raindrops off its back. Scarlet flaps her wings and flies away.
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This is a revised version of "At the Cimitiere Montparnasse" published in Spork magazine and will be featured in my forthcoming collection from Cow Heavy Books.
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The details, his sleeves "hanging wet and black to her knees" her smell like " candy cigarettes", give this piece weight and immediacy, grounding the mystery in a convincing reality, all the more mysterious for that.
Oh, thank you, David! Appreciate it.
Wonderful, mysterious details, "She smells like candy cigarettes." Her flying away in his coat which hangs "black and wet, to her knees". Beckett, de Beauvoir, Scarlet... the swirl of it all and I think of Poe.
This gave me the shivers. I love the shivers...wow, I can feel those wet black sleeves. This short pieces inspires me.
Lovely comment, Cherise. Thanks so much.
Oh I'm so glad, Carol. Thanks.
Stunning economy of scene and portraiture.
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Oh, thank you Ann!
Terrific, Kathy. Love that three-legged cat shivering the raindrops off its back. Kudos. This is magic. Love the mysterious and all that is implied here.
Thank you, D'Arcy!
Shivers here, too, Kathy. Made a dent in my memory cells, reading this on a rainy day while listening to Ronald Jenkees' "Clutter."
Ooooh... aching
My goodness, what a closing - "A three-legged cat shivers raindrops off its back. Scarlet flaps her wings and flies away." Great work, Kathy. Makes me want to throw all my pencils away.
Terry, Susan, Sam, thank you so much! Sam, don't do that. It would be a terrible loss.
Great images. Deliberate choice in name and place while what is unsaid make for great story. *
Thank you, Randal. I appreciate the read and the kind feedback.
Yes, this story is very mysterious.... Great description.
Best horror film I've seen in years! People should have to buy tickets to read your stories.
Nicely done!
Like that three-legged cat in the rain. Very Beckettian.
Sorry Kathy, I meant to fave this when I read it.
Thanks, Jules, Jack, Darryl, Bill and Cherise (thanks for the fave!). I appreciate the reads and kind words.
one of my favorite places captured perfectly here, perfect details right down to that 'grab a pint' - loved that touch in particular, but of course, loved it all. *
Julie Innis is da bomb. Thank you so much.
Love it, Kathy. The whole thang. Shivers, and peace... *
Thank you, Linda!
Beautiful details. I can see the whole thing unfold. And the smell of candy cigarettes is lovely, both innocent and dangerous. *
Oh, yay, I didn't think this one would get any more reads. Thanks very much, Kim!
i love this, kathy. where i am now, in texas, seems far away from montparnasse but not so much in fact because i've read beckett all of last week - malone dies, watt, first love...- and i've named my kindle "molloy". star.
Was kind of hoping I'd get your eyes on this one, Marcus. Thanks much!
Missed this earlier. Magical. Candy cigarettes. Perfect.
Oh this one has been resurrected. Thank you so much, JLD!
french are always willing to help, but what ???????
I love to wonder.
Hey thanks for reading this one, Estelle. I appreciate it!
Every line, wonderful to read. Over and over.
Oh thanks, Foster. That is a very kind comment.
Absolutely in love with this. Every line is fantastic, so the story is ultra-amazing. Fav for sure.
wow, thanks much Jeffrey...really appreciate it
gorgeous ending, and how you manage to bring animals on stage. this could go on. i was disappointed when scarlet flew away. like in a beckett piece (the disappointment).
thanks for rereading this one, Marcus, I'm thinking of making a series of these, all taking place in the same cemetery (I love cemeteries)
spooky cool, and gentle, too. *
Beate, thanks so much for reading this one and the lovely comment and fav.