Memories persist
Crow lands on the fence as I inspect a flower in the backyard.
“Hi,” I say.
“’Sup,” he says.
I haven’t seen him in a while; the summer months find me indoors, sheltering from the bombastic prairie heat. I might go weeks without seeing my old friend. Sometimes he joins me on my morning walks, but my route through the neighborhood bores him.
“You’re looking well,” I tell him.
“Naturally.” He preens a wing.
“How do you always know when I need you most?” I ask, cutting to the chase.
“Because the world works as it’s meant to.”
Crow is an old friend who’s appeared in both of my flash fiction collections: “Days Are Beautiful” and “No Surprises.”
Fave bits: "bombastic prairie heat" and “Naturally.” He preens a wing. :)
What a good companion. SUP ...