an emotional ending

an emotional ending

Some readers want assurance -- more detail, more emotional detail. These readers, me among them, crave familiar comfort* formulas.

The flying saucer lifts off the platform. Ellen waves to the crowd. Paul winks, grinning from ear to ear as he pilots the ship skyward. A tear runs down B’s cheek. Cheers rise from the crowd. A crowd which stretches from Pikes Hill to Streaked Mountain. From the shores of Norway Lake to the Little Androscoggin. From Paris hill to Snow Falls. Faces of amazement. Dancing children. A boxcar teaming with microbes. The flying saucer is a pinpoint in the sky. Now its gone. Silence. Sniffles here and there. As the sun reaches down to touch the mountaintops the shadows of the multitude lengthen into darkness. We go our separate ways. Returning on the paths from which we came.



*methods devised by comfort women during World War II

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