A Quiet Conversation

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“What’s it like?”
“You don’t remember? It’s only been a year.”
“No. I really can’t remember. Except that it used to hurt all the time.”
“I don’t hurt.”
“You don’t always feel the burning of the air in your lungs? Your heart banging away inside your chest and never getting rest? All the acid churning in your stomach? You don’t feel all that?”
“I don’t.  I’m too busy touching things, smelling things, feeling the grass under my feet like now. I don’t pay much attention to the stuff you mention.”
“I miss it. Even though it hurt, I miss it.”



Friday Fictioneers

Thanks to Rochelle for using my photo. I took this at a church graveyard in Red Hook, NY . I wasn’t aware of the figures when I took the picture. It was only when looking at it later that I saw them.

  1. rochellewisoff

    Dear J,

    Opposite ends of the afterlife spectrum. Well done and thank you for the wonderful photo. Seemed appropriate for this week.



  2. k rawson

    I love how you did that. Subtle and well-crafted. As a side-note, are you sure they were really there when you took the photo? ;-)

  3. Anonymous

    Thanks for the pic. Lovely.
    Clever piece of writing – love the two sides of the conversation.

  4. patriciaruthsusan

    Thanks, J. for the great picture that I’m sure will lead to many interesting stories this week. Thanks for the literary look at the other side. Well done. — Suzanne J.

  5. Amy Reese

    Great take. It’s quite a magical photo. Maybe they weren’t there when you snapped it and then later appeared in your photo. Thanks for sharing it here.

  6. rgayer55

    Thanks for the photo. It was one of the more difficult I’ve tackled. Great dialogue in your piece. It gives one plenty to think about.

  7. momtheobscure

    Nice take on your own photo! Thanks for the photo. It is chilling that you did not see the two figures when you took the photo, but only after. And now you have breathed life (and after life) into them.

  8. gahlearner

    I’ve read it as a living person speaking to a ghost/dead person. And I’d miss walking in the grass, too. Thanks for the picture, what an interesting story to go with it. Sneaky little ghosts. ;)


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