Moon Is Beautiful This Time of Year by Don Mathis

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I wondered, when I read this story, about the narrator’s tone. He didn’t seem upset, really. More exasperated. Or resigned. Or something not quite either of those. Is there a pettiness here? I think there is (I mean, he wanted her to outlive him so he wouldn’t have to live alone)! And of course the grim determination with the attempt at humor in the end isn’t fooling anyone (well at least the barn’s gone). This guy is lonely if nothing else and it does bring up some questions as to her intelligence... Send in your pieces, your scribbles, your life lessons, your shopping list (if it’s interesting). I’ll get back to you as soon as I can with a response. Flashfiction@sacurrent.com. I’m looking for short writing of approximately 500 words. Please attach and send in the body of the email. If you would like to include a very short bio, please do; I’ll slap it on the end. Always feel free to email with any questions, comment, concerns or if you just want to chat about flash.

Enjoy and stop smoking already!

Lyle Rosdahl

Moon Is Beautiful This Time of Year by Don Mathis

I asked her not to smoke cigarettes. She did anyway. And what upset me, more than the hazards to her health (I mean, I wanted her to outlive me so I wouldn't have to live alone), was the fact that she had to be secretive. She used to make up trips to the store so she could smoke along the way. But of course I could smell the tell-tale odor in the car. Visiting the neighbor didn't work either. Short smoke breaks turned into an hour-long chat and I'd have to go get her for dinner. So she started smoking behind the old barn. I knew exactly where she was, close by, close enough for me to catch an occasional whiff of burning tobacco float toward the kitchen window. Ewew. I can forgive her, like I say, for wanting to smoke. I smoked for years, off an on (mostly on) from age 16 to 40. At times, the traces of smoke that would drift to the back door would smell good, like a memory of a memory that foreshadowed better times. But most of the time, it was malodorous, a stale reminder that she was 'cheating' on me. She loved those cigarettes -- more than me, more than life itself -- and she didn't want to admit they would kill her. I always told her they were bad for her health. Finally, the worst happened. How did I know? How could she have known? She should have known! The live ember slipped off as she was 'field-stripping' her last cigarette. And the live leaves of tobacco ignited the leaves from the live oak, which ignited the dried lumber of the barn. Which went up amazingly fast. Her yelling and screaming brought me out at a run to help her put out the flames. But it was a goner, I could tell. The barn, I mean. More than a pile of lumber was destroyed that day. The west wall fell. And when it did, it landed on top of her. I lost more than the barn. I lost my future with the love of my life. I told her a hundred times those coffin nails were bad for her. Now she's as much as a pile of ashes in the ash tray I wish she'd used. It's hard to see the good side in any of this. Ah well... Barn's burnt down. Now I can see the moon. ---
Don is very involved in the poetry community in Bexar County. He is a founding member of the San Antonio Poetry Fair and participates regularly with Sun Poets on Tuesday and La Taza writers' group on Monday. His poetry has been published in anthologies ("Voices Along the River," "Trinity Review") and periodicals (T.G.I.F., In Search of Fatherhood, Sandyland Chronicle, Voices de la Luna) and has appeared on local TV and national radio.
Don Mathis recently served as president of the Texoma Poetry Society, an affiliate of the Poetry Society of Texas in Sherman. And in 2010, 'Dionysus Don' was crowned champion of the McKinney Poetry Slam.
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Lyle Rosdahl, a writer living in San Antonio, edits the flash fiction blog & best of in print for the Current. He created, facilitates and participates in Postcard Fiction Collaborative, a monthly flash fiction response to a photo. You can see more of his work, including photos, paintings and writing, at lylerosdahl.com. Send your flash to flashfiction@sacurrent.com.

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