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This is my first attempt at flash fiction, inspired by my friend Mckenzie!

I’m trying to get back into the groove of writing after taking time off for the holidays, and I’m hoping this will spur me to get back to the novel.  We’ll see!

That Golden Light 

“I told you, I love you, didn’t you hear me?”  Gillian squinted hard, struggling to hear Sam’s voice on the phone.  The noise of the carpenters working on the remodel going on behind her made hearing Sam’s words almost impossible, so she moved to the next room.  The door clicked softly behind her, muffling the outside chaos slightly, at least enough to allow her to question that last comment.

“I’m sorry, Sam, I couldn’t hear what you said, the builders are here today,”  Gillian found a small folding stool by the window, pushing the plastic cover off onto the floor as she sat down.  “It sounded like you said…”

“I love you, Gillian.”

“Oh.”  Stunned into silence, Gillian stared out the window of the 5th floor office.  Late afternoon sunshine turned the sawdust hanging in the air to a fine golden fog.  Tears sprang to her eyes briefly as she thought about what the man on the other end of the line had just said to her, knowing that she was about to destroy the one chance at happiness she’d ever had.

“Gillian?”  Sam’s deep voice woke her out of her reverie.  Shaking her strawberry blonde curls stirred up the golden motes of dust, causing a riot of light and movement in the air. Gillian ran a hand across her eyes, closing them briefly to catch her breath and drive back the tears.

Whispering, Gillian choked out, “I’m here, Sam.”

“Yeah, you are,”  he sighed heavily, sarcasm tingeing his voice now, “And you always will be, won’t you.  You there – me here.  You remodel the world around you all the time, but you’ll always be the same old you, won’t you?  Nothing really changes, does it?” 

“I’m sorry,”

“I know.”

“I wish…”

“I know.”

“Sam – “

“Don’t, Gillian.  It only makes it worse.”

“Alright.”

And then the silence came, as he hung up, leaving her standing in the gilded light of the late afternoon.  All noise and fury and the world went on around her, as she stood, immobile – and wishing she could dance in that golden river of light.

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