I take pebbles from the shore and throw them one by one into dying water. From across the bay I hear music playing from an open window.
Just like last summer when music mattered still, when you smiled, said yes and took my hand. When sunshine glittered from the waves.
Last night you called from Addis just before you boarded for the last flight to Nairobi.
“Hi, I’ll call tomorrow morning, we have many things to accomplish tomorrow”, you had said.
Your mother called at three AM and time stopped.
The water here is flat because today the music died.
As soon as I saw the picture I thought about the song by Don McLean “America Pie” or “The day the music died”, and of course the accident with Flight 302 the other day has influenced my thoughts.
Rochelle keeps this community called Friday Fictioneers together. What do we each see in a picture? What is the first thing on your mind? What is not in the picture? Anything goes as long as it can be said in 100 words.
March 13, 2019