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between you and me and everyone at the bar & grill

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They looked like a happy couple when they arrived, could have been new, like the blossoms and Kelly green of spring.

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Over bread and butter, their conversation and smiles were easy as summer coming in through a screen door.

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A bottle of red arrived as he took the BlackBerry® from his pocket and answered an email. The oranges and yellows of the candle flame consumed her mask. His thumbs flew over the keys like crows over a cut cornfield, harbingers of winter. And she sat haunted and waiting in the autumn chill, years and years of hurt falling softly round her feet.

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As winter comes in fits and starts, the evening was punctuated with emails. In the sun of his attention, she forced excitement in telling some story of her day or life, exaggerated gestures in expressing her ideas or discoveries. Otherwise she waited in the rain of ticking keys, ill at ease in the snow-showers of disregard.

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Even in the fierceness of winter’s bite, she never said an adverse word, as if taught not to at the stern hand of experience. Instead she sat stripped, like Hans Christian Andersens’ emperor, her confidence so long gone to tatters that it was of no use to her anymore.

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Outside, the snow fell slowly, lay fat and lazy and full of diamonds on the ground of this quaint ski town. Lamps atop garland-wrapped posts cast out warm, glowing circles that outshone the snapshot of sadness inside.

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Stores, now closed for the day, sparkled like little wonderlands, the starry lights round their windows promising hope for the tomorrows of our capitalistic land. Couples and families laughed their way to cars and hotels, and the locals walked with well-pleased intent.

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All of the town and its goings-on, all of it twinkled and pulsed in the dark of a vast, incomprehensible night, as a nano-blip on an infinite radar screen:

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One mixed message encoded into a feeble optical signal from a townful of transient bodies amidst transmuting tapestries of limitless perceptions of realities.

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One infinitesimal emission from this world and its little and large sadnesses and happinesses, its construction and destruction, its opposites existing together and happening at once or alternating with tides and seasons.

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Fin

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10 Responses to “between you and me and everyone at the bar & grill”


  1. December 6, 2012 at 10:16 am

    Ahh that end is divine..as bold as the black crow in the fat snow…can beings of such boldness be nano-blips..I guess we know..we know.. x

  2. December 6, 2012 at 2:26 pm

    Humans are a contrary species never appreciating life and the world around them; More intent on greed, hate and destruction than charity, love and preservation. You beguile us with your words but are they really tears of anguish?

  3. December 7, 2012 at 7:13 pm

    Exquisitely written. You capture the seasons of a situation with a poetic dexterity that leaves one salivating for more.

  4. December 9, 2012 at 9:11 am

    Beautiful sad story…I almost felt it was like a memory, and I had been there,too.


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