I've been going through my short stories, and I came across this piece of flash fiction written for The Clarity of Night...wow, maybe six or seven years ago?
The strange object loomed above them. “I wonder what that is,” Fontaine
said. But he didn’t really
care. It was silly to dwell on
those wires?” Mary pointed. “I heard they used to carry some kind
of power.” She slapped a
pair of patched jeans against a rock.
grandmother says that, but she’s nuts.”
nodded. “Crazy as a full moon in
threw the last of the wet clothes into his basket and got to his feet. “My grandmother refused to go through
the mental cleansing.” There, he’d
finally voiced his family shame.
mother says it’s vulgar to cling to memories.” Mary stood and picked up her basket. “A cleanse a day keeps the sorrow
The sun rises in the East. All children turn toward the sun. Fontaine turned. “A cleanse in time saves a mind.”
darkening sky reminded them of the impending loss of light. Side by side they hurried home, their
shadows stretching and shrinking, bending and folding across the midnight road.