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Winter Dusk

by Laurita Miller

They sat on the bench in companionable silence, each holding a small white bag, a gift for the visitors gathering on the snow around them. He gently shook the package, scattering the yellow bits in a wide arc, then poured some into his large calloused hand and flung them to the brown dappled bodies bobbing near the shore. She dipped her fingers, frail and trembling, into the bag, holding tiny portions in her fingertips to be rationed among those brave enough to approach. Her glove slipped to the ground and he bent to retrieve it, placing it between them with a gentle pat. The evening shadows emerged, the packages emptied, the cold settled. They stood and nodded to each other – a genial bow of the head, a graceful tilt – and then parted, walking alone toward dark and quiet houses.

6S

Laurita Miller enjoys writing and walking through revolving doors. (Click here to make a donation to Laurita, half of which will support 6S.)

16 comments:

Mike Whitney said...

Laurita,

A tableau with a beloved grandfather, perhaps. Magic moments with a young mind as innocent and open as she might ever be.

Brava.

Anonymous said...

Laurita,

Beautifully written and very visual piece. Your writing has such flow to it. I really love reading it..

Kathleen Gilbert

Crybbe666 said...

Congratulations on a beautifully crafted tale. Well done Laurita!!

Hemingway's Lounge / Bukowski's Basement said...

I love words that don't necessarily go together like "companionable silence"... It's a solemn and solid 6. Thank you...

Anonymous said...

Very much enjoyed reading this, look forward to reading many more of your pieces.

E.

Anonymous said...

Laurita, this takes me back to days of old. Where proper stories were told. I love it and would like to know about these people.
I have visions of a soldier and his girlfriend. A father and his daughter. An older brother and his little sister. A monster stalking his prey.


Jeanette Cheezum

Anonymous said...

I just loved the gentle, genial calm. I have yet to write a gentle story, but that is what I crave.

Hope you're nominated for the next 'six of the month' with this one.

peggy

Tess said...

Hmmm... I think I must have missed something... although I love what I read... but I saw two strangers... two lonely people whose lives touched with sheer serendipity... who then went their separate lonely way...

Either way... I love it... I love the way it made me feel the tiniest bit of the loneliness...

Tess

Josh said...

I agree with Tess...two lonely, elderly people who find comfort and companionship through sharing the same interest. Beautifully-written piece, Laurita.

Joe said...

Just a achingly beautiful and wonderful piece of writing. Evocative and touching and just everything in six sentences. There is a great detachment, as well, in the last sentence. Excellent on so many levels. Pristine. I look forward to your next six as should everyone.

Anonymous said...

Laurita
A very touching piece of prose. It brings to mind people I know who find their companions at the park. A wonderful story I am certainly looking forward to your next one.

Theresa

William said...

Laurita
This brings to mind Frost's Stopping By A Woods...I wonder if these people have promises to keep or even a place to sleep. Well done and left to interprtation as it should be.

Absolutely*Kate said...
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Absolutely*Kate said...

Laurita,
How winter warm the companionable silence on your bench became, slowly reading into the soft white of this piece, feeling a connection to the connection when he placed her glove between them. with that gentle pat.

I felt as Tess ~ the solitary of the return to each their own dark and quiet places, but was refreshed by the genial head'bow, the graceful tilt. Refreshing and graceful ... that is your lilt.

~ Absolutely*Kate

Sheryl said...

i don't have words to describe how beautiful this piece is...left me with watery eyes and a sad feeling for the two, lonely characters...you have such a talent...keep it going...

Sheryl

Anonymous said...

You still have that special way with words that I remember from so very long ago. Keep it up!! Mel