Sunday, February 10, 2019

Life within a cloud

I awoke in my sleeper, unaware of the chaos unfolding within The Maitland. I had been sleeping in my sleeper for the last week after that shooting star business. My internet in my sleeper is terrible, so I was unable to post, but rest assured I am back and more ready to blog than ever. I walked to my apartment where the the last week or so of newspapers had been piling up on my welcome mat. I pick the top paper, and notice it lists the date as 2013, I muse to myself imagining it is just a printing error. I turn on the TV and "How I Met Your Mother" is playing.  How I met your mother was canceled in 2014... I look at the newspaper and notice the report on Ether Maitland's murder. My knees felt weak under the crushing memory of her. I wondered why the newspaper had such a glaring misprint, they had somehow managed to print an archived version of the story. I pulled out my iPhone only to realize that in my pocket was an iPhone 3G, the phone I had six years ago and the date said 2013.
      I looked at the newspaper again and noticed at the bottom of the article it said "Memorial services will be held today in the graveyard." When Ether died the intense heartbreak I felt was so intense I couldn't bring my self to go to her funeral.  This was my chance to redeem myself. I put on my scarcely worn suit and bought flowers before heading to the graveyard. As I approached the plot I noticed a similar bunch of people equally confused by the sudden shift in chronology, but we said nothing as the service began. For the past half decade I had regretted not attending the funeral, it was petty, it was my way of getting back at a dead person. The funny thing is you don't need to work to rise above a dead person, but I had. The service was beautiful, it spoke of Ethers continuing commitment to the fostering of the community the Maitland has created, and the love she had for people, oh yes the love she had. I went to sleep that night knowing I had done the right thing and had redeemed myself for my misgivings six years ago.

1 comment:

  1. “I went to sleep that night knowing I had done the right thing and had redeemed myself for my misgivings six years ago.”
    Why do you have to redeem yourself for Ether’s death?
    How does your character connect to the the death
    Elaborate on your character’s goal

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