I worry we’ll be lost in the forest of crying pines. I want to find the sea, to reach the beach. You say trust me, but I don’t, we argue, sand in my throat. I want to claim the dunes, the bathing shed, the outside shower. I know exactly where Aunty parked her car under this tree, over here where uncle swam nude at night alone, where the men from Taiwan caught the crabs, where we built a fire with your father, cooked snarlers ,drank wine, where my Dad knelt in trousers to drink tea…how he hated sand and how silly I looked in my cut away togs with my waxed bruised thighs.
We’re going forward. I can no longer claim to have lain on that bank in my bikini and they’ve moved the herons too so we can cycle through to Richmond close to the road where we waited by the mouth to the sea on school mornings with our net and a milk bottle for the whitebait. Where’s the scout hall, the footbridge, the rubbish dump, the catch in the back of my throat freshly killed meat smell?
All my secret roads are gone and our river’s changed course.
This is me joining in the International Flashmob flash fiction thingee – if you’re wondering what its all about.
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whoops, ‘it’s’ all about…
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A beautiful postcard in time, Maggie.
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Thank you, Jan, for stopping by.
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You had me with that first haunting line, Maggie – the anxiety and the crying pines. Love it. And I’m loving the Flashmob fiction – such a great idea!!
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Thank you, Elizabeth XX
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Great short short Maggie!
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Hello Mercedes – thank you for stopping by to read it.
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“I can no longer claim to have lain on that bank in my bikini” – I guess we never step beside the same river twice, either. This really captures the sense of loss that accompanies change through time, as well as the more positive side of remembering what’s no longer there.
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Dear Elizabeth – thank you for your lovely response to my flash fiction. Maggie
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Really like this one – one of my faves in the “mob”.
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Thank you, Mark – that’s very cool – I appreciate your taking the time. Maggie
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I love the opening of this piece, Maggie. Wonderfully written. Great seeing you in the mob! Keep on flashing!
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Cheers, Michelle – fun to be in the Mob.
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