Resuscitation

On the bus, her mind wandered back to a time life was simple. Funny, at the time she didn’t think so. She was restless and had to leave that secluded town where life on those dusty roads led nowhere and the cemetery down the road apiece held the cobwebbed remains beneath marble forever. How could one call that life? But now, fifteen years later memories took on a different flavor. Raw fruit ripens as it grows and turns sweet with age.

As the bus pulled into the depot, she saw the view from her window. Many names and businesses had changed but the landscape was the same. The “Dollar Diner” was still on the corner. She traced the streets in her mind, and knew the direction to go. At once she felt alive. From home and back again, there are moments caught between heartbeats.

dversepoets.com  Its Monday and another flash fiction Prosery. 144 words incorporating a line from a poem by Louis MacNeice called “Coda”. The line is the last line of my prose,

“There are moments caught between heartbeats”.

 

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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8 Responses to Resuscitation

  1. Mary, this is gorgeous. I really love this line, “Raw fruit ripens as it grows and turns sweet with age.”

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  2. jazzytower says:

    I like that even though she couldn’t wait to escape she was excited to be back home. Home will do that to you.
    Pat

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  3. rothpoetry says:

    I thought this quote really summed up your whole story… Raw fruit ripens as it grows and turns sweet with age.
    Seems this is often the case.
    Well done.

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  4. kim881 says:

    You’ve captured bus-ride thoughts wonderfully in this piece, Mary! I can just picture your protagonist staring out of the window, her mind going back in time. Everything looks different when you look back, which is beautifully encapsulated in the line ’Raw fruit ripens as it grows and turns sweet with age’. I also like the way you evoked the feeling of being home again.

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  5. Gina says:

    you write a coming home scene so evocatively, like i was the suitcase by this person’s side taking in the scene and it then transforming into a feeling and memory waiting to be released. such a beautiful read.

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  6. Oh what a wonderful description of returning home

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