- This was a story I originally wrote for a contest I never entered... But I'm still rather fond of it. And for the record, the nameless protagonist is male. Critiques are always welcome and appreciated!
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October Afternoons
The year I was fourteen: my best friend was Billy Williams, my favorite place was underneath the elm tree at the top of the hill behind Parker Jones’ place, and my favorite pastime was lying beneath the elm tree.
The two of us, Billy and I, would lay flat on our backs scrutinizing the clouds while a delicate rain of leaves in shades ranging from goldenrod to sunset fell around us. If Billy pointed out to me what he claimed to a garbage truck on a hockey rink in the clouds, I would suggest instead a French poodle on a trampoline. If this wasn’t the best way to spend our October afternoons, I knew nothing better.
“When you leave this town, go to school, get a job, maybe get married… will you come back to this place again?” Billy spoke up through the customary silence of the late afternoon. It would have been the last weekend before school started, for school started after September Long Weekend then.
Neither of us moved, the silence not awkward, but thoughtful. My future was something far off and distant; I had all the time in the world to consider it.
“Once a year, every year,” I concluded finally, solidly. I decided that the shaded patch underneath the elm tree at the top of the hill behind Parker Jones’ place was a thing to be savored. It would be like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. This place would be that single Wonka candy bar that Charlie Bucket received every year for his birthday that he nibbled on for weeks.
So I stand here under the elm tree at the top of the hill behind Parker Jones’ place this October afternoon for the first time in ten years. A delicate rain of leaves in shades ranging from goldenrod to sunset fall around me. Nimbus clouds in the shape of garbage trucks and French poodles drift lazily across the sky.
Everything is just as I remember it, perfect down to the position of the sun on the horizon. Only, I feel I have just completed a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle and am only admiring the finished product from a distance.
If this place has not change, than I suppose that I must have.
