Monthly Archives: December 2008

“All in One Breath”–flash fiction, Difficult People

All in One Breath



          In the morning when her senses were fresh, when the wood in the house gave off a grateful aroma of wealth and satisfaction, when the cool air of autumn found her nostrils, when long forgotten flavors seemed to fill her mouth and mind, bringing back memories of days when the ache of living was fresh, brilliant, surprising, when certain combinations of sounds, as melodies and chords…

          she felt his loyal lips press against her fecund belly, the scratch of moustache, the heat and moisture of the oval of his devotion…

          and she felt then a total purpose to her life, as if the Goddess had meant for her to have this peculiar mix of sensations, gripped in the matrix of this life rich with pain, suffering, passion, joy and beauty and in this mystery she felt the effulgent coterminous nature of love and knew the limitless approach and ache of infinity…

          and somewhere a bell was ringing and voices murmuring and singing a song of praise to the moment, to the vast unknowing network of total involvement, and she drew in her breath and held him against her breast and prayed that somehow this moment might be suspended for eternity for her soul to worship and that her freedom from slavery to ignorance might be lifted…

          and she would have this memory vivid as the morning of creation when the world awakens in a symphony of sensations and she never has to deny or choose but be at peace in love like an innocent child…

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People’s Messenger–flash fiction, Difficult People

People’s Messenger



          I could go on…I’m feeling plenipotentiary, beyond flabbergasted. Odious miles to go. Hammer break kaphlumpf! The quotidian marble pinging over the steps, happily we go, hand in hand.

          I had dressed. I had breakfasted. I was ready for my most exciting day. Period…the universe awaits. God was very unhappy with the little people he created on the tiny world…a slightly flattened sphere. My role in all this noise, bringer of light and happiness…yes…messenger of joy. Let’s see, who’s available for my ministrations? The postman has already rung off…too bad. He’s been looking a bit pale. Joy…joy…joy…maybe I’ll just sit in my car in the driveway, the engine off. Just sit and it being wintry the sun will heat the interior and with all the talking I’ll be doing, and don’t forget the singing, the radio on and off (I can’t listen to commercials for long…the nerves…I mean, who likes to be screamed at?), my improved karaoke flights of musical innovation, the recording studio sound quality …sound proofed–but enough for passers by to notice the rock n’ rollin’, the car on its shocks, and that voice.

          They’ll be magnetized on the spot, a crowd will gather, and as I really work up a sweat…writhing on the fully reclined driver’s seat…by now the windows fogged (and of course the doors locked) the crowd outside will assume two (or more) famous rock stars are mating in their own barrio; and the crowd will grow into an angry, desperate mob of fanatics who will join the rocking until the car flips over. The police and fire siren sounding, I will flip the door locks and emerge—

          The people’s messenger of good times.



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