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Variations on a Recurrence

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Entry to this week’s Friday Fictioneers!

Every winter solstice, Eve awaited a message from Apollo. Her husband had embarked on a dangerous mission to chart the fringes of the universe. Catastrophe struck the vessel and the last letter was strewn across the wide cosmos. Erecting a beacon that could transmit signals faster than light, she hoped to warp the past from the present. Every attempt however merely distorted the circumstances; the ship collided into an asteroid, lost compression from a puncture, ran out of oxygen… She mourned each failure knowing that each misstep resealed her beloved’s fate. Such was the cost paid for her undying love.

The Search

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Entry to this week’s FFfAW! Image courtesy of S. Writing!

Once there was calf who lost his belle in a vast field of flowers. He searched day and night, traversing the meadows and painting lines into the ground for his love to see. Giant circles he drew; spirals and constellations he wrote along the slopes of the Great Plains with highest of hopes. Yet by month’s end, his belle was still nowhere to be found. Exasperated and now sullen, he lay down and fell into a deep slumber. Spring turned summer turned fall before he woke. Opening his eyes, he saw now only a single patch of flowers jutting out in the distance. Moving closer, he realized it was none other than his beloved whom the flowers cover and the same patch that had concealed him.

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The Session

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Entry to this week’s FFfAW! Sorry but went over the word limit this time 😉

“And then I saw myself in the rear view mirror of another car…”

“What did you see?”

“I was hideous! My front bumper lay torn, half drooping over one wheel like some appendage. Headlights shot to pieces, and my front hood… mutilated!”

“How did it make you feel?”

“The worst. Like I had been discarded, tossed aside into the rubble after so many winters had passed. That will never happen right, doc?”

“Can you describe the car that you saw yourself in?”

“Oh, it was shiny, modern, luxurious even. Maybe a black Mercedes. It never turned to face me.”

“How‘s the relationship with your mechanic?”

“He does a great job. Never had any complaints although sometimes he takes these photos.”

“And the relationship with your hosts?”

“Hmm. Sometimes I feel they don’t acknowledge me. Like I’m just a tool for carrying them from place to place. They don’t even offer to take the wheel from time to time… Always glued to their smart-phones as if eyes couldn’t bother to turn. And then there was the incident with the latte…  Left a stain for half a year on the back-seat until the mechanic finally pointed it out! Then he started taking pictures again.”

“I can see that you feel neglected, under-appreciated for your work, and resentful for not receiving any love after so much giving.”

“Yes, it just seems so unfair. Sniff…”

“I understand, but not everyone will be so reciprocating. Do you think it is fair to demand love when love is unconditional?“

“No… it isn’t fair either. What should I do then? Lower my expectations?”

“Get rid of them. But don’t stop yourself from giving out of gratitude. It may help to find some other clients in the meantime.”

“What about the mechanic?”

“Get rid of him.”