By Raji Singh
As we struggle across the world with our mortality, it is good to remember that we will always live on in the thoughts of those who love us.
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FROM THE FICTION HOUSE FILES:
A Farewell to Lucius Abel. That last day with him, his Mama relives every day.
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All is dark. Just one thing she sees – her son’s eyes – perpetual eyes. Mama sees them from his beginning to end.
“He has your eyes darlin’ Lucy. We’ll call him after you”, young husband, now, so-long deceased, tells her.
She holds newborn tight. “And after you Abel. We be so happy – dans notre paradis de jolie.”
Her man strokes her perspiring jet hair and she feels so proud –
A tiny fragile body has her life in him.
Then she sees Lucius Abel a boy; eyes gleaming excitement when he catches first catfish by hand…
…as groom, determined eyes set on beautiful bride and their new life…
…then as new fa, to a boy destined to be their only child – excited, nervous eyes…
…as his wife and teen-age son are pulled from him during the hurricane; cold,despairing eyes…
…as his eyes now go dim, as the gator pulls him under for the final time.
She sees the turquoise eyes again of the newborn she once so tightly held.
“Sleep tight mon chil’.”
(Read more of Mama, Lucius Abel, and the gators in the novel, Tales of Fiction House. Join me at the Fiction House, your place for short story, lark, whimsy, and merriment. Meet the many residents as I archive their lives and centuries of adventures. You can read of their origins in my novel TALES OF THE FICTION HOUSE. My novel is available at Amazon, (Kindle and Trade Paperback) and Barnes and Noble.)
©2013 Raji Singh
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