This is a short story, in 620 words.
It was prompted by the above photo, sent to me by Shaily Agrawal.
https://fishinthetrees.home.blog/
I remember it still. That feels weird. I never expected to remember, but I do. All of it, right from the start. My mother holding me as a baby and smiling down on me. Her voice, even the smell of her. I can choose any moment from fifty-eight years, and recall it as if it happened one hour ago.
This wasn’t what I had expected at all.
The day of the diagnosis, we knew it was bad news when the surgeon moved his chair close to mine and leaned forward, clasping his hands between his open legs. “I have to be totally honest, Stephen, we didn’t manage to get it all. The scan shows it is back, I’m afraid. And it’s inoperable this time, as it is in a part of your brain that we cannot possiby remove.”
My hair had only just grown back to a decent length, and I had bought new trousers to wear to the appointment, as the weight loss after months of chemo and radiotherapy had reduced me to a shadow of my former self.
I had been stupidly optimistic as I watched Alice driving me to the hospital that morning. I turned up the radio when one of our favourite songs came on, and sang along badly to it. Alice wasn’t so relaxed. I could tell by the way her smile didn’t move for the whole of the fifty-minute journey.
I asked the obvious question. “How long?” And he shrugged in reply, non-commital. “Hard to say. Months, not years. Perhaps even weeks”.
Alice was crying softly as I shook his hand and took the leaflet from him about the hospice and available palliative care. My only option soon.
There was no bucket list to try to complete. No wild last celebration. No trip of a lifetime. No emotional letters sent to friends or family.
Scott flew back from Singapore to see me. What do you say to your son? “Goodbye” hardly seems appropriate. I settled for “Look after your Mum for me”. He cried, and so did I. I knew he had to go back to his job, and I hoped I would die soon enough so he could support Alice at my funeral.
Alice and I didn’t talk about anything much. There was already a will, and insurance was in place. I said something about never having that sixtieth birthday celebration we had often spoken about, and she cried all day. After that, I left it at pleasantries. We walked around each other as if in a minefield. Our steps precise, and our concentration focused on the moment.
When it began, she wanted to look after me at home. She said Scott would help, but I wanted to be away from them as I lost the power to cope. Lost the ability to clean myself, to speak and see properly. To be Stephen.
They were there when I went. Alice hugging me, Scott sitting in a chair next to the bed weeping openly. They thought I couldn’t see them of course. They had been told that I was unresponsive, but that they should continue to talk to me. They didn’t talk, as they had no idea what to say.
This morning, I woke up feeling light, as if my body weighed nothing. My vision was incredibly sharp, and I was looking down at the garden I had worked hard to keep nice for more than twenty years. I could see Alice sitting in the conservatory, sipping a hot drink from her favourite mug.
I knew she would be okay.
Stretching out my strangely familiar wings, I stepped off into the morning air.
Enjoying the freedom of flight.
Lovely story with its gentle opening and peaceful ending – or beginning…
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Thanks, Janet. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Wonderful written, Pete!Even its an a sad situation, its written very hearttouching. Thank you for sharing, Michael.
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Thanks, very much, Michael. I am pleased that you liked it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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A great one Pete! Thank you for your efforts on writing it. Enjoy your week, have to read the last three sequels too. Michael
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Wow, just wow! A perfect post.
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Thanks very much for your kind words.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Beautiful Pete, stopped me in my tracks.
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Cheers mate. One of my ‘thoughtful’ ones.
Best wishes, Pete.
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how beautiful, bittersweet, but oh how real it seemed.
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Thanks very much, Michele. Glad you liked it.
Best wishes, Pete x.
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Did you write this near the time you watched “Mum’s List?” At any rate both gave you a chance to explore the question and I like the answer you proposed in this story knowing how you have expressed your views in the past. Of course we none of us know for sure.
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I had the photo for a long time, and already had the idea. Then Mum’s List came on TV, and prompted me to go with my original idea.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Good combination of writings, I thought.
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I can’t remember if I’ve said this before Pete, as I’ve been meaning to, but get yourself an agent, get these stories into print for a wider audience and take a world cruise on the proceeds. You are such a great storyteller.
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You are very kind, Lucinda, and your words are much appreciated. I am unsure if I want the hassle of editing, formatting, KDP, or any of the other time-consuming routes required to get published. I write for myself, for the joy of writing. If others like anything I write, then that is most gratifying. I don’t want to lose any of that joy by entering the roller-coaster world of online publishing.
That said, I do know of someone professional who would do it all for me, for a reasonable fee.
So maybe next year. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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For some reason, it didn’t make me sad. ( Because of the ending ) It’s a beautiful story. Thanks for sharing.
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That’s fine, Ren. The ending was supposed to dilute any sadness, and give the reader hope for Alice and Stephen. For all of us in fact.
Best wishes, Pete.
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We have plenty of Eurasian collared-doves here in Southern Nevada (introduced; not indigenous). Now when I see one, I’ll think of this wonderful story!
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Thanks very much, David. There are a pair locally that often come to our back lawn looking for food.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I read your post about being a softy first 🙂 Nonetheless, this story is a tear maker. Well done. Warmest regards, Theo
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Thanks very much, Theo. I have always wondered about that feeling of flying. It must have been on my mind when I saw the photo.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Very touching, Pete
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Thanks, Sue. If there is an after-life, (which I doubt) I hope it involves flying.
Best wishes, Pete.
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That was such a touching and beautifully written story Pete. My heart is still aching, C
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Thanks for your very kind words, Cheryl. I am so happy that you felt that.
Best wishes, Pete.
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What a beautiful ending Pete. My dad died from a brain tumor, so this is especially meaningful to me.🤗
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Sorry to remind you, but also happy to give you nice thoughts about your dad. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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a beautiful story, Pete. so sad and heartbreaking but it’s good to think that somehow, at the end, we get to fly. well done! 🙂
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I am not religious, but I really hope we all get to experience that feeling.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Wow! That was both lovely and powerful. Well done, Pete!
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Thanks very much, Jennie. I am very pleased that you liked it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You are very welcome, Pete. Best to you.
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ah, you beat me to it. I was actually working on a story inspired by Shaily’s bird neighbours.
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She sent me that photo as a prompt some time ago, Ngozi. But I got involved with my long serials, and have only just got around to it. Sorry! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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😁😁😁 seems like my pics are truly inspiring!
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You can say that again.😀
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Oh that’s such a lovely thought, to become a birdy when we die, I’d go for that!
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I like to imagine that we all get to fly.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Heart breaking but beautiful story
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Thanks for reading, and your nice comment, PandP.
Best wishes, Pete.
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What s touching story. Well done 👍
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Thanks very much, Jeanne. I am pleased you enjoyed it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Wow! Never imagined the picture could morph into such a beautiful story!
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Thanks, Shaily. Glad you enjoyed the result of your photo.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Beautifully done, Pete. Reduced me to tears.
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Thanks very much, Mary. I am so pleased you enjoyed it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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