Monday, November 19, 2012


Parts of the story I remember. Not the most gruesome parts, but the ordinary stuff, the mundane. Ever find yourself looking at a photograph and just focusing on the everyday bits around the subject? The cups on the table, the glasses on the bureau behind them, even the blanket on the couch, the wallpaper on the walls? That's the way it was with me and this story.

He came back to the old place and patched and plastered, painted and puttered around it. It looked an awful mess from the outside but inside, if you got in and very few did, it was cozy. He'd even matched his dishes, white with a blue stripe. The old Enterprise stove was always glowing with the old black kettle on top.

You'd have to walk by the place when you went berry picking and he'd wave if he was outside. Friendly like. But he'd turn away right quick and you got the message he wasn't open for the chit chat.

You couldn't get the reasons for coming home out of him, though many tried. Why did he come back from all that money out in Alberta? And his boys left there, three he had, along with the wife, though Bernie had it she was Chinese.

What does it take to uproot yourself and come rushing home to the falling down old place that his father had died in twenty years before?

It was late Christmas Eve when they noticed the flames shooting up over the trees. And they all drove over and took the cover off the well and started passing buckets of water over the meadow and dumping them on the house. The firetruck came soon after and lashed the place with foam and flood but it was all too late.

The heat was intense and they had to wait for it all to cool down a bit and then they found him sitting on the remains of a chair next to the old Enterprise. Like he was warming himself.

When I was walking past there, and I was told the story, I noticed all the broken rum bottles in what used to be a flower garden. And then they told me he was deaf. From birth. Like his sister Jenny. Genetic or something. Second cousin stuff.

And I saw something white and blue in the grass and it was a dinner plate and I picked it up. Not a crack or a mark on it.

And I took it home.

Labels: ,


Blogger joared said...

Intriguing story as is the manner in which you tell it.

Mon Nov 19, 08:04:00 AM GMT-3:30  
Blogger CorvusCorax12 said...

yes quite a story

Mon Nov 19, 08:15:00 AM GMT-3:30  
Blogger Marc Leavitt said...

Well done. Stuff around the edges defines us.

Mon Nov 19, 09:33:00 AM GMT-3:30  
Blogger Irene said...

You do have a way of telling the details exactly at the right time. It makes it suspenseful.

Mon Nov 19, 12:17:00 PM GMT-3:30  
Anonymous marja-leena said...

Amazing story, truly a case of truth is stranger than fiction. You could write a book with all your stories.

Mon Nov 19, 02:02:00 PM GMT-3:30  
Blogger Twilight said...

Tantalising loose ends left to tease us, WWW, or left for our own imaginations to "colour -in" - and so much story in so few words. Brill!

Mon Nov 19, 02:04:00 PM GMT-3:30  
Blogger Hattie said...

What a strange story. And a mystery. There is so much we don't know, even about people who live their daily lives so close to us.

Mon Nov 19, 02:07:00 PM GMT-3:30  
Blogger Hattie said...

Oh, and I'm reading Edna O'Brian's short stories, which are about mysterious lives like these. I like the way you pick out the detail of the matching blue and white plates.

Mon Nov 19, 02:09:00 PM GMT-3:30  
Blogger One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

WWW, I love your stories..
I probably am in the spam box
again :)
Take care...

Mon Nov 19, 04:17:00 PM GMT-3:30  
Blogger Molly said...

Great story! Now you'll just have to make up a history for him, having got us all interested, so we know what happened in his life and why he returned...

Mon Nov 19, 09:35:00 PM GMT-3:30  
Blogger Wisewebwoman said...

Thank you all, my wonderful captive audience. You lift my spirits, you splendid blog buds!


Mon Nov 19, 11:58:00 PM GMT-3:30  
Blogger Stubblejumpin Gal said...

Captivated me from first to last word.

Tue Nov 20, 12:43:00 AM GMT-3:30  
Blogger Secret Agent Woman said...

Very intriguing story. Maybe he had been waiting for something.

Tue Nov 20, 09:24:00 AM GMT-3:30  
Anonymous Grannymar said...

I know you will use Reggie's plate and think of him when you do.

Tue Nov 20, 02:09:00 PM GMT-3:30  
Blogger Wisewebwoman said...


I pulled you out in the nick of time!!


Wed Nov 21, 09:16:00 PM GMT-3:30  

Post a Comment

<< Home

Powered by Blogger

Subscribe to
Posts [Atom]