Swiss

Pixabay image by Marianne Sopala

Written for sport in response to D. Wallace Peach-Myths of the Mirror, February’s Speculative Fiction Prompt

And the snow that fell turned to mice as it collected on the shingled pitch and forced the pine to know its limits.  It was cold and he peered through frosted glass for a weakness, but he was too old now.  Too old to get them back.  Snow scurried wild across the roof.  The evergreen cried out, a violin strained in despair, played under the shrill of the icy wind: the weight of the mice accumulating against the grain.  He ached for the savanna and the warmth of the day and the smell of lovegrass sweet beneath the rains.

The old man lay in bed not knowing the time or day.  Under layered sheet and warmth of worn woollen covers, he drifted in and out.  Blanketed, the wind blocked from his sail.  He built the house himself, one forgotten Spring.  Foundation, fieldstone, furnishings too and the frame that cradled him now, with oak from the year before the great fire. 

A grey duffle hung from a nail driven into the frame of the door, missing toggles.  Coffee cold in the can on the stove that burned the wood that served the house.  He lay in bed staring through the whiskers of lace that filtered light and dark. Confused.  The old man could not remember, except for his dreams where he was the elephant.  Now the dreams were leaving too and the mice closing in.

And in the house that sat in the tree, the old man’s memories.  It was cold and the collection of mice peered through the frosted panes, nails tapping.  Memories full of holes.  Mice nibbled away at memories.  Memories like cheese.

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28 thoughts on “Swiss

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  3. Oh my, G.M. This is fabulous. What gorgeous and beautifully poetic writing. The imagery, sound of the words, the rhythm of the prose, the poignancy and darkness is sublime. Thanks so much for your contribution. I can’t wait to share. ❤

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