wild goose chase
the lost moment
A white line of sudsy water lazily giving in to gravity is the only evidence remaining of the glorious arc that bent out of the copper pail cast into the air by two strong womanly arms that had, moments before, propped the wooden-handled yarn mop in the corner.
Sometimes that’s all you have. A hint of what took place—a suggestion of earlier events, open to interpretation. Or misinterpretation. Or imagination. Sometimes all it takes is a soapy rivulet in the middle of the lane in order reverse time and see the stain on the floor and the spilled glass of wine that caused it and the rush of the cat that startled the woman of the strong arms or the bird that landed on the windowsill and caught the attention of the tabby half-asleep in the Montalcino sun.
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