Monday, April 16, 2012
Getting the Toast - a metaphysical dog tale
My short story `Getting the Toast' published today by the flash fiction company Fiction Brigade. Inspired by the Max Ehrmann line from `Desiderata', "Whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should," the story begins:
I’m in a park with tall trees and the sky is chrome-colored without any clouds. It feels like Autumn with a late-September brittle light edging the trunks of barren trees and highlighting the blades of gray grass – but there are buds on the trees and bird songs on the breeze and I realize I’m wrong and it’s not late September - it’s early April.
There’s a tall fountain in the center of the park – a white circle of stone with a tall obelisk rising from the center and, at the top, an angel of brilliant white marble. Water shoots from marble vines and grapes which entwine the obelisk and fall down in scintillating arcs to the pool below. In the chromium light of the day the water arcs look like scores of fragile nymphs, jumping delightedly from a great height to the pool below; one after another, repeatedly, in an endless line. Then, moving around the fountain to another angle, the jets of water appear as lifeless icicles, suspended under a blank sky, eternally empty and frozen in time...