The Window #Friday Fictioneers

My wife opens the kitchen window; sunset fall air and a sparrow rush in with the breeze.  I start to close the window thinking of a wicker cage and the sparrow tilting her little head behind the slats; the feathers below her beak, her bright black eye shot through with sparks.  Surely the sparrow has  seen the little children lining up far beyond our reach, has seen the boys and girls flashing down to Earth faster even than lightning.

But my wife puts her hand on my arm, and the sparrow slips through the window quick as breath.

———-

An old friend told me this morning that someone I knew from high school died recently.  She used to sit beside me in creative writing class.  She wrote a poem about a goddess, as I recall.  She asked a friend of mine to Winter Ball.  We were all in on the plot to get her to ask him out.  I remember them together at the dance. 

Life gives, and it takes away; she was here for much too short a time.  Godspeed, Kat.  If there is a heaven, surely you are there already.

About Friday Fictioneers – every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.  The weekly photo that inspired this story is below:

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About glossarch

The word "glossarch" doesn't exist. At least, not yet. But let's pretend it does for a second. The first part is "gloss," a word that comes to us from Ancient Greek via Latin and English. It means "language." The second part also comes from Ancient Greek and can mean "having power over." So "glossarch" means simply "language controller." So what am I doing making up words? Well, I made up an entire language once. It's called Angosey. So I'm the Glossarch of Angosey. I'm currently a doctorate student in volcano seismology (a branch of geophysics). I enjoy writing fiction and poetry, launching balloons, programming, and hanging out with my lovely wife! Follow me on Twitter! Writing and language creation: @glossarch Balloons and science: @bovineaerospace
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21 Responses to The Window #Friday Fictioneers

  1. Jan Brown says:

    A lovely story, full of rich imagery and emotion.

  2. mahjira says:

    I am so sorry to hear about your classmate. I believe there is a heaven and Kat is looking down on you and smiling. 🙂 Such a beautiful story, by-the-way, such beautiful imagery.

  3. rgayer55 says:

    Who knows what sparrows observe? I recently lost a high school classmate too. It really puts our own mortality in perspective.

  4. Dear Danny,

    Sweet story, but moreso your tribute to your fallen classmate. I relate well to that as I’ve lost some very dear high school friends.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    • glossarch says:

      Thank you. Strange thing is that I had not spoken to her in years. We were not close. Had to think for a minute to picture her face. Life goes so fast and that in itself is terrifying.

  5. dmmacilroy says:

    Dear Danny,

    This story is one of your best ever. Redolent with love, loss and the radiance of life. Remember it well.

    Aloha,

    Doug

  6. My prayers on your loss, dear one. this was a beautiful story. Life, like a sparrow’s visit is too short. (hugs)

  7. Danny, I’m so sorry for the loss of your classmate. Your story is a beautiful tribute and I think somewhere she is smiling. This is some superb writing, my friend.

  8. Lovely tribute to your friend. You’ve brought a tear to my eye.

  9. billgncs says:

    this had a tenderness that I hadn’t seen from you before. I felt it came from the heart, nicely written.

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