We usually meet at dusk waiting for the moonlight to illuminate the Chattahoochee River. We don’t always speak; heavy thoughts transcend as the earth spins-spins-spins. Still, we drift inside a magical realm, until the cemetery groundskeeper looks up to hear the swift stirring in the tall-tall pines, our souls whispering.
Angela Carlton’s fiction has been published in Every Writer, Everyday Fiction, 6S, 50 Word Stories, Spillwords Press, The Dribble Drabble Review, and Friday Flash Fiction. In 2022, “A Jigsaw Life,” a collection of stories was released. In 2023, her story “Swallowed,” was nominated for the Pushcart Prize. See more on Facebook.
The whispering pines, the glow of the moon on the Chattahoochee River.
I can almost hear Robert singing these soulful and beautiful lyrics.
Nicely done, Angela
Jim
Thank you, Jim! It happens to be my favorite Zep song<3
I really enjoyed your story. It had a calm, almost magical feeling to it. The part about meeting by the river at dusk really stuck with me, and the quiet between the characters felt powerful. The ending with the whispering in the trees gave me chills in a good way. Thank you for sharing!
Very good story. ” Spirits in the sky”