Short Story Remembrance – The Fall
A Short Story Remembrance – The Fall
“Another fall….Yet another memory!” Steve thought.
The lonely man has dug a small but deep grave.
He looked sideways. Two graves lay beside, his parents’.
The gusts of wind have rained down beautiful coloured autumn leaves on those graves,on behalf of their son, it seems.
He had always loved the fall. The fall was the only witness to his parent’s blissful marriage. Moreover he was born in a fall.
“Down, down,
Yellow and brown,
Fall the leaves
All over the ground.
Rake them up
In a pile so high,
They almost reach
Up to the sky”
As a child he had sung that rhyme while raking the fallen leaves.
After that the fall had gone on a long trip from Steve’s life.
He travelled for study and job, married Amy.
Once he had told Amy “ I love fall the most, it is stunningly beautiful!”
Amy had replied disdained, “Fall? Progressively disappointing! I hate it!”
Being poles apart their marriage had turned out to be a match made in hell, as the unnoticed falls passed.
Nine years ago fall had brought Spike, the dog, into his parents’ as well as his empty life.
The old couple and their childless son had seen life again.
More than a pet, Spike was a loyal companion and the beloved child of the family.
Two years ago when Steve had lost his mother, his father was no more the same. But Spike had taken charge of his master since then and accompanied him everywhere.
During the last fall Steve’s father gave in to death and was buried beside his wife.
Spike had always found resting place between the graves of his old master and mistress.
Steve spoke only to Spike. Other times an awkward silence defeated him.
This fall Spike has left to join his master and mistress, leaving Steve forever lonely.
Steve took the casket out of the car. He thought that was needed for a proper burial.
“Come on boy, tell them I will join them soon!”
He put Spike carefully in the casket and put it in the grave.
He looked into grave and tears flowed down his cheeks.
Should there be a eulogy or a prayer?
He whispered,
“God, you can see my heart,as heavy as lead,as I stand here to bury my Spike,
For the rest of my days I will remember, his company, fidelity and loyalty!
That’s all what I have got to ponder
Death comes to all, I wish mine came soon
May Spike sleep on in eternal slumber in my parents’ loving care.
Rest in peace Spike!”
Steve started filling the grave. He didn’t toss a handful of earth into the grave to symbolize the closure of his relationship with Spike.Certain relationships can’t have a closure too!
He had gathered some dead flowers for the dead and placed them on the graveside.
A gentle breeze passed consoling Steve.
He stared at the empty space near the three graves and sighed.
“May be in the next fall!”
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A bittersweet story. Very touching.
I felt like I was there! xx
It moves your story like the falling leaves your metaphor for change. We write to write, to get us from one place to the next. Leaving behind memories as we project ourselves into further realms. In the end, exhausted, we learned to live. Thanks for sharing your story of love and devotion mixed with loss and hope.
It’s kind of poetic and very sad. It was so touching I felt as if I was there when Steve was burying Spike.
Very good and thanks for sharing it.
I loved this. Beautiful execution. Moving and searingly real, as life often is!
Thats was a real sad story. But I liked the feel of it, as it was very uniform and Steve’s pain was delivered simple yet powerful. Good one
Sad story.
Steve’s wife seems to have been only a minor role in the story, though.
A really sad one… fall reflects the mood of the story, and i really liked that.
Keep sharing your beautiful stories.
May Spike sleep on in eternal slumber in my parents’ loving care.
Rest in peace Spike!”
This brought enormous tears in me. I found difficult to type even.
Kudos Mridula!
Write more please.
Fabulously written even though sad.
This is an emotion evoking story. I thought of my Parents and their dog and could easily see them ending in the same way as your characters.
“He travelled for study and job, married Amy.”
‘He travelled to study and to work, then marrying Amy’
What do you think?
I love the poem and I love the prayer; a great inclusion intertwined within the story. Also the addition of his destructive relationship.
You managed to fit a lot of plot, emotion and character description into your short story. It is captivating, an engaging read and very beautifully written!
A very good job indeed and you’ve raised the bar higher again and it’s my favourite story so far.
♥Imogen
Very touching. Well done.
I love it! My favourite season captured in a beautiful heart-felt story!
Great story. Keep writing Mridula. And thanks for dropping by my blog and sharing your views.
mm its a sad story..in fact this fall is always a sign of dullness and sadness.
Well written mridu. Your stories always succeed in conveying the emotions to the readers, and this one too.. While reading this i can feel the heavines in steev’s heart.
Poignant read!
Thanks for dropping by at my space.
A very well written story Mridula!
sad story…..
This story was very touching to me. I really liked how the fall meant so much to Steve even though it often held his saddest memories. I also like the small touches of poetry. The spacing between the lines and sections was interesting, I always read these open spaces as part of the flow and story. Keep up the good work, I’ll be back to read more.
very sad story.. but very well-written. there’s emotion from start to finish
Very good story. It’s hard to believe that so much emotion and depth can be portrayed in so few words. Thanks for stopping by my blog.
It is touchy..wel done
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“He didn’t toss a handful of earth into the grave to symbolize the closure of his relationship with Spike.Certain relationships can’t have a closure”
So true is it that no end comes to certain relationships. The love that endures time has no end and often no memory of a beginning.
Thank you
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