In A Town I Don’t Know
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Prose Poem
Walking Down The Lane
I walked down the lane of a town I don't know. It was a mild November day and the sun hung low. I met you in a corner of the town. There was a paved roundabout where a windmill grinds. The two of you were laughing and holding hands. I went to a cafe and drank red wine. What's there is not. Who am I? A name to a list? A name not remembered? A name to be blamed? I emptied my glass and the sun went down. I walked down the l
Many thanks for reading and leaving a comment. I'm happy you enjoyed the story. I spent a lot of time thinking about truth. What is truth? Is there an ultimate truth? Can it be found? Should it be revealed? Etc. I wrote a science fiction story in the end. People set out to find the truth and don't find what they expected to find. There are many truths. And sometimes a truth is just a belief.
Bonfire
“Otis, tell me, what were you doing last night?” Trevor Monroe asked with a sneer.
Otis frowned. Monroe, sixty-nine, seized the silver knob of his walking cane tighter.
“I told you the boy’s mine. Keep your hands off him,” the plantation owner said.
“Yes, sir,” Otis replied with a bow to Monroe. “I assure you, Sir, I have no interest in him.”
Monroe gave his steward a haughty look and walked on. Otis gave him the finger and spat on the ground. He wasn’t interested