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Cheryl Snell's avatar

Secret Garden

We nudge the sand with bare toes as a dog trots past, soft bright eyes framed by wispy eyelashes. "Like the fallen ones we used to blow away to make a wish." Sunlight glints off your pointing finger as this afternoon too passes into silence. "Do you still do that?" we ask one another. "Wish?" On another day grown cloudy with time, a detail will emerge —a dog streaking by silver water, a soft unison of "yes"— that catches us unawares, startled by the grace with which the past re-configures itself: wish for it to come back and it will.

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It All Flies By

Maybelle and Roy snuggled outside the arena after watching a very different rodeo than what they remembered. The bronc riders had longer eyelashes than the broncs, and the bull riders had bigger nose rings than the bulls. There was also vegan chili Roy said he wouldn’t feed to his own worst dog-enemy. They leaned into each other’s soft plump skin-suits even years of range life apart couldn’t harden. Roy promised they’d meet elsewhere next time.

“It’s fine,” Maybelle winked, “besides, these kids stay on longer than eight seconds”.

“A lot can happen in eight seconds,” Roy popped the blue pill.

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