Posted: May 18, 08 10:06pm
(Here's the latest make-over of "Being Left," which won't be the last, I'm sure, so your comments can be brief and general, addressing:
(1) Is it more clear in intent?
(2) Is the rhythm smoother?
(3) Is it more active in tone?
(4) Is the ending more satisfying and less phony? Does it still have a sappy ring to it?)
Thank you for reading and for any helpful suggestions.
Being Left
I was left behind again - a recurring theme with me. This time Lester was taking our truck to a worksite, although it’s been awhile since he’s worked in real life. He was to pick up me after he was done. I waited and waited until the sky grew dark, and I paced with growing dread as time crawled on.
As is usual in these dreams, I tried to enlist friendly strangers to help me. They always grabbed my hand and ran me to the bus, or they retraced my steps and helped me find my purse, but before I could even scream “Lester is missing,” I felt my eyelids flutter , and I broke the surface of sleep.
In the pull-out couch I retreat to sometimes to escape his fitful tossing, I recalled last night. In Lester’s sleep, he walked from our room to that chair over there, and sat in the dark calling me “Honey,” but when I answered he rambled on – call and response passing in the night. Then he stood up and walked again, back down the hall to his bed, trailing his oxygen hose behind him, just as natural a walk as you please, when he was what he was.
I was shocked to see that. Asleep, he had forgotten he could not walk. Could I hope he’d have the strength to stay here a while longer than we thought? With me? No one likes being left behind.










