Big tall sky

“Far off in the big tall sky,” said Jeremiah. “That’s where we will live, Charlotte.”

He said so when we were still courting. A place of our own, he said, away from the world. I was already thirty-five years old. I knew what folks called me, a woman whose time had passed. A faded rose.  But I did not feel old when I was with him. My time had not passed. He was near fifty, and that was old, but he was not. When he said he loved me, I knew it to be so. I knew if we were together, the sky would only be as tall as it had to be. I would not be buried by it.


6 thoughts on “Big tall sky

  1. sabine June 6, 2015 / 12:44 pm

    Lovely scene, though I´m not sure whether or not to feel slightly insulted because I´d count among the faded roses as well ;-)) Greetings from Paris, Sabine.


    • Steven Baird June 6, 2015 / 12:56 pm

      Thank you. Roses are still roses, faded or otherwise. 🙂


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