3f#16 – et ego in arcadia vixi

I dreamed of my grandmother’s house last night. She was not dead, but coming home from the hospital. The Sisters of Mercy had prepared her house. There was new carpeting. I preferred the old, but the new was…OK.

I went to the beach today, wary of sunburn without a beach umbrella. Swimming in the surf, I thought of other beaches: Pebble Ridge where Stalky & Co. swam; Nantucket of my seventeenth summer; the gray sands of Scotland where I watched for selkies. I thought of other seas: the diamond surface of my childhood lake viewed from my father’s sailboat; the thick Caribbean when I had to swim all that way to get my rescue diver certification; the fish-filled Indian Ocean where you grew up.

I watched the airplanes taking off, remembering how you could read their tails from the ground. A little 2-seater cruised along the beach, the kind you drooled over in Flying Magazine, the kind I never let you fly because it was too dangerous. I should have let you.

I’ve been dreaming of my grandmother’s house since I was fifteen. The last time I dreamed it, we were having your funeral in the basement. Last night it smelled of new carpet. It didn’t need new; the old didn’t need to change.

The beach was not perfect, today, but it was…OK. Et ego in arcadia vixi. God willing, I will live there again.

The Sisters of Mercy have made the house ready. I am not, despite reports, dead.


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This week’s piece didn’t turn out to be fiction. Sorry.

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3 Responses to “3f#16 – et ego in arcadia vixi”

  • sparkle Says:

    It was better than fiction, actually. Don’t apologize.

  • Master Retep Says:

    Don’t apologise. Your fiction is so good because it uses the clean crisp poignancy of your non-fiction writing. I don’t believe that you could write the fiction you do if was not based on how you articulate your real world experiences and feelings.

  • Travis King Says:

    It may not be fiction, but it was well written. In the hands of another, such nonfiction might not have turned out as beautifully done. Good job. I enjoyed it.

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