The subway rumbles underground, the earth trembles under my feet. Out of the corner of my eye, a flourish and a rustle. I turn.
Blue waste paper twirls in a whirlwind. It spins upward in the current before landing gently on the concrete in front of the hulking sky scraper.
Odd.
It’s 6 am. A still, windless morning in Midtown. A single piece of wastepaper lifts the Blues, lightness fills the cavity.
I turn my head back to see it stir.
Zeke?
Is that you?
Notes:
- Photo: (via Your Eyes Blaze Out)
- Related Posts: Zeke, The Stories (Beginning to End)
I’d say yes…
Why not? He loves you. Just letting you know he is around. 🙏🏻
Why Yes!
Yes…
Without a doubt..keeping an eye on his guy. 😊
“Of course Dad. I’ll always be with you.”
Awwww. Thanks Peg.
This one…special. Really made me smile. 💘
Thank you Van. Appreciate it.
Of course it’s me, who else would it be. :o)
Love this one. :o)
Of course. 😃. Thank you Patricia.
“Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was.”
Gabriel García Márquez,
Love in the Time of Cholera
I’m surprised it wasn’t a velcro strip.
Wow. Great words. And smiling at the Velcro strip flypaper. Now that would have been something. Have a good weekend.
You too 🙂
Bark, bark. Translated: Yes, yes……
Smiling. Yes!
Indeed it was. What a blessing to take through the weekend.
Smiling. Thanks Roseanne. Have a good weekend.
He’s in your heart and in your head. You take him with you wherever you go.
So true Anneli. Thanks.
It well might be. As one who straddles two worlds sometimes, it’s not at all implausible. <3 Nice little ditty, btw.
Smiling. I rise the Implausible Line with more frequency Bela. Aloha.
I love this. So much comfort.
Thank you Sandy.
Of course it was. Looking after you, no doubt about it.
Smiling. Let’s hope so!
he has learned to just float.
Why Yes!
I am sure, he is! Thank you, Love, nia
Awww….always in your heart.
Thanks Carol
I just clicked on Zeke, The Stories (Beginning to End)…and cried…again. 🙁
Awwww. Now you have me going again. 😕
I’m sorry…it’s just that he was such a big part of your stories so many times. We all loved him. Maybe it’s that so much is fragile now…what we love can be gone in an instant, and life becomes different then. On the one hand, I’m glad that Zeke is no longer suffering, but it’s like losing a part of ourselves when what we love is no longer there. I’m sorry, David.
Awww Carol. Thank you. So thoughtful. Appreciate it. Dave
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