“Are you really here? Were you ever? Or is it just me?”
“It doesn’t matter. You should leave when it’s time. Grief will abide. This was never a good place for you.”
“No. When the rain comes back. It will. You know it always will.”
“Am I dreaming?”
“‘If life is a dream, then yes.”
“Will you stay a little longer?”
“A little longer. But not for too long. You need to finish here.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“You need to finish here,” she said.
I felt the breeze across the field, whirling through the corn stalks. Her hair swayed. Her smile was sweet. I sat back in Jeremiah’s chair, content just to look at her as clouds gathered in the tall sky. I still saw her even when she was gone. It happened so gradual, I didn’t notice, not for a while.
from A Very Tall Summer – coming soon