Happy Thursday, everyone! How are we doing this day-after-SOPA-protests, otherwise known as The Big Bang Theory’s 100th episode day?
It’s also time for a new Free Fiction Thursday story on my blog. This week’s story is “After” which was inspired by a trip I took to Northern Idaho a few years ago. Enjoy!
Published by Thunder Valley Press
Copyright 2011 by Annie Reed
The older Belle Creedy gets, the more she wonders about what happens. After.
In the mornings, when dawn’s just a lick of peach in the eastern sky and she’s so far into the world of her art she only knows the sun’s coming up because the racket from the birds roosting in the thick pines around her house intrudes on her thoughts, she stops whatever she’s working on and pads out onto the deck on the second story of her place. She watches ripples on the surface of the clear mountain lake just across the road take on the color of the pre-dawn sky, and she considers just how many coincidences go into making a world like this.
Are they really coincidences after all? Or is there something more?
It’s quiet this morning, so early in the day the birds have barely started their chatter. So early that Gary Weeds, another old-timer like herself, isn’t even on the lake yet. Gary lives halfway up the mountain. He fishes every day he can, and since he retired in 1989, he can fish almost every day the weather lets him. He crunches down the one-lane dirt road that snakes up through the pines, rod and tackle box in his hand, and shoves off in his rowboat. Sits out on the lake half the day, the damn fool. One of these days she’s gonna catch Gary peeing over the edge of his boat. Man has a cast iron bladder, but even a cast iron bladder can’t stand against the ravages of time.
(read the rest of the story here)