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The Inspiration:
A story —
History becomes legend; legend becomes myth …
Falling in love at 14, across triceratops bones at the Natural History Museum. 60 years together, of marriage and field work and teasing refrains.
“Griffin, maybe, dear?”
“Has to be Minotaur, husband o’mine.”
They agreed; no man-dreamed thing – creature, god, heaven or hell – could compete with the past they could feel and see.
Today he has scattered her ashes and sits alone, the feel of grit still on his hands. He pleads to an empty room “I want to believe in … more.”
Closing his eyes he hears her laughing whisper, “we were so wrong.”
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Now, it’s your turn.
Brian Brandt says: Humanity is fun in small doses. I liked to visit every hundred years or so. Catch up on the news. Sample the local cuisine. Haggis and whole roast ox were interesting. Burger King . . . not so much.
My sisters warned me not to get too involved. I paid no attention. One evening, munching on a cheese steak in Philadelphia, I was captivated by a pair of soft brown eyes. I shared my meal. We have been together ever since.
I call him, and he comes and sits on his back legs. He catches the bites of food in mid air. He is old now, and when he dies, I will carry him back to my sisters, and I will tell them the story, and we will mourn him.
David Krishan says: As a child she played with Barbie and Ken. She even had the pregnant Barbie, but she never took it out of the box. Seventy years later, it must have collectable value now.
She an adult listened to her friends and their warnings. She listened to her divorced Mother. She read the papers and the books. She attended the classes. “You can do better.” “Your knight in shining armor will come.” “Don’t settle; you do you.”
She handles the photographs of her friends with aging, palsied hands. Her nurse, Melissa this week, helps her turn the pages. No children grace the pages of her albums. Endless vistas of wonder and exploration fill the pages. But nothing else.
Her nurse leaves. “I made the right choice,” she says to an empty single-occupancy room. “I don’t believe in unicorns and good men. I don’t.”
She never did.
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