|The Faint Glimmer||June 9, 2005|
Following is a short story that I wrote that I’d like to share with the bloggernacle:
She wears a white dress trimmed with lace, and kicks her ball around
the field in circles. Soon, the dinner bell rings, and she runs toward
the large house with the open windows. Just outside the house, she is
stopped by a tall man whom she has never seen before. He is wearing
old overalls and a threadbare shirt. He has big hands with dark, dirty
fingernails. Looking down at her with his worn, knobby face, he
frowns. She freezes, and he picks her up.
He takes her inside the house and sets her down. He holds his hat in
his hand, and he is introduced as a relative that has come to visit.
Everyone sits down to eat. The food consists of green beans, corn, and
ham. It is a bright summer evening with a nice breeze, and the window
sheers blow and rustle in the wind.
Everyone talks and laughs at dinner, but the relative stays gloomy,
and occasionally scowls at the little girl. In spite of the good
spirits of her family, the girl secretly wishes that the man would go
away. She goes to bed, changes into her pajamas, and hides herself
beneath her covers. When she sleeps, he crowds her dreams with
nightmares that trouble her and leave her unrested.
In the morning, he is gone, but his image haunts her for the rest of
the summer. When she plays, she thinks that she sees his slouching
figure on the horizon in the corner of her eye. Walking the halls of
her house, she fears running into him around a corner. She lies awake
at night hiding from his imagined outline in the shadows of her room.
When she is older, she comes in for dinner holding her riding hat and
her crop. A letter is being read, and she learns that the man is dead.
He has mentioned her in his will, and she argues with herself about
whether to go. Dinner tonight is beef, potatoes, and peas. All that
she thinks about is the tall man with the knobby scowl and the dirty
She attends the reading of his will, and she learns that the man has
left her a small bracelet and a charm. They are both made of silver
and are tarnished. She finds them dirty and worn and cheap, but she
does not throw them away. She puts them in the bottom drawer of her
There they lie, apart from everything else she owns, and she doesn’t
often think about them.