
We used to sit down by the lake, old cable spool as a table, and just shoot the breeze; you know, life, the Universe and everything. Of course, mostly women.
But then life actually happened and I went out to explore the Universe, or at least this corner of it called “America”. And, yeah, I met a woman and everything.
That was years ago, a lot of water under the bridge.
I never heard what it was: stroke, heart attack or whatnot. Just old age.
I sit by the lake and think about life, the Universe and everything.
And him.
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Forty-two is a year of reflections…
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Yes it is. Out of all of the comments, you are the first to mention that repeated reference to Hitchhiker’s Guide…
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Well, you know, I’m kind of fond of the series…
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As am I, or at least the first three…
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:D Not fond of Agrajag, huh?
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I didn’t like what I think it was the fifth book where Douglas Adams finally killed everyone and destroyed the Earth. Again ;) The fourth was OK, but I only read it once when it first came out, so it isn’t that I don’t like poor Agrajag, I just don’t know it as well as the first three…
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I was teasing, but I’m with you. There’s some snappiness lost in the fourth as well. I think I heard that Adams didn’t like the fourth, either; something about its being too upbeat with Arthur finding love. That would explain why Adams knocks her off so bluntly at the start of #5.
And, of course, #6 doesn’t exist.
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After this little chat, I looked up the books. It had been ages since I read them, but as soon as I read a few words, it all came back. I need to go back and read them again… at least the first trhee ;)
(There is a six, written by someone else. I never heard of it and don’t plan on reading).
I do love the Dirk Gently books as well. It is such a shame he was only able to write two of them. The second one, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul is one of my all time favorite books.
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Eoin Colfer. That’s why it doesn’t exist. One of the compilations I have includes a sixth Adams started, Salmon of Doubt. …I admit I haven’t read Salmon or And Another Thing…
I also haven’t read Dirk Gently, to my shame.
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You need to read Dirk Gently! They are very different from Hitchhikers, but there is still a bit of silliness, particularly the first, but not as in your face.
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This is bittersweet. Great memories but change imposed itself. Personally, I dislike change. Great job.
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Change is a big part of life, and it often takes death for us to reflect properly on that change… Thanks.
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Great take, understated but powerful.
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Thanks.
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A poignant piece indeed. Well done Trent.
My story!
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Thanks, Keith.
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A very poignant story of the way life takes us in directions we never expect.
Our thoughts of the past can be both a hautning and a blessing. I enjoyed the
visual you laid out for us. Nicely done, Trent.
Have a wonderful weekend,
Be Safe 😷 … Isadora 😎
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We never know where life will; take us, but sometimes we do keep those distant roots to our origins… Thanks, Isadora! Hope you have a great weekend as well :)
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I really liked the atmosphere you set here. Old memories, old friends–not even the woman he met could replace all that.
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There is something about old friends, and often the older the deeper they are in the heart… Thanks.
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Dear Trent,
A lot of heart and story between the lines. Bravo!
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle, I am glad you liked the story :)
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I think our childhood friends are the ones who best understood us and accepted us with our flaws, You live through your life and sometimes don’t get that kind of understanding. Beautiful picture of an entire life in a few strokes.
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There is something about those early friends that just sticks with us even after years apart. Thanks.
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Such a bitter-sweet story. Getting old means getting lonely, when one outlives one’s friends.
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Not only is it awful outliving old friends, but losing childhood friends is tough.
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A bittersweet sort of reminiscence. Very nice!
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Thanks!
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Beautifully done. Reminiscing about the old days with a best buddy… now that he is alone and needing one.
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Thanks, Dale. Exactly.
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:)
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Since you didn’t capitalize “him” I don’t think he was thinking about God, so the implication is… he is thinking of a male lover? A low-key story that shows a lot of sensitivity.
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I was thinking more along the lines that it was his childhood best friend. After a life time apart, the death was much harder than expected, that he was back to being that 17 year old talking life and the future, though being drowned out by that ever-present past.
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Ah, ok, nice story any which way you look at it.
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Thanks, and I guess “he” could have been a lover without changing the main idea.
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You’re very welcome, Trent.
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He ended where he started. That’s often the case. A very well written story of life and those we miss.
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Sometimes we need to go back to the beginning to get a perspective on life… or death. Thanks.
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Lovely stuff Trent, particularly like the last line
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Thanks. I had to go back and delete a couple words to get that last line in, but I think it was needed to tie it all together.
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FF is the only weekly post where I actually do that, it’s a skill to try and get the words in, but I wish I knew where the spell checker is in this new editor, I use the pen and paragraph technique delete and hyphenate!!
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I do like how FF sharpens my writing. I typically write FF posts in Word. Actually, most of my fiction is written in Word.
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Encountering life head-on inevitably leaves one pondering the meaning of it all. Love your portrayal of this, so well-constructed.
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Thanks. Sometimes the big things in life, like death, do force us to look at those big questions.
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That’s such a good story. It simply flows. So simple and so universal.
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agreed
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Thanks
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Thanks. yeah, we may not be as old as the MC, but I think we all know the feeling.
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So beautiful and poignant. I Love where you went staring at the empty chairs overlooking the lake!!
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Thanks, Diana. That is pretty much were I started – wondering about those empty chairs, who may have once been in them and why nobody is now…
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Losing an old friend is hard, however many years have flowed under the bridge.
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When the friend is close, no amount of time since they were last seen is enough to dull the blow…
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Lovely sentiment Trent, made better by the understated presentation. Nice.
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Thanks, Iain, I am glad you liked it.
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Very nice Trent💜
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Thanks, Willow :)
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Always a pleasure
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That, I think, is your best story ever. I likeed the subtlety of the ending and the unanswered questions it raised
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Thanks, Neil. Now you have me listening to Charles Ives, and I guess I can see the main character’s unanswered question being like Ives’ version…
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What goes around comes around came to mind. I think we all end up back where we started, eventually, but much wiser.
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Hopefully much wiser…. Those early influences and experiences are always there, but I think they become even more important as get older.
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A poignant story Trent
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😇
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A very thoughtful story, the stormy act of ponderance is something that strikes us all. Wel done.
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Thanks. There is nothing like the death of an old friend to make us think about life and such.
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Agreed, those moments always lead us to powerful reflection and to life changing decisions.
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