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My Falling<br />
by Sheila Kr<strong>is</strong>hnan<br />
Yesterday evening, something curious happened: I began my weekly falling,<br />
and two people walked right through the mess I made.<br />
Every week, I would fall right on that street, because I love the sound it<br />
makes against the cobblestones and the quietness that settles because the people<br />
are too afraid to walk through it. I would pull everything I had together, just so<br />
that I could drop it all once a week and laugh at how all the little humans would<br />
scurry for cover while the trees would smile and open their leaves. And it was<br />
always fun, especially when my friend Flash came over – she loves to dance<br />
down and see how close she can get to the bottom without falling all the way. To<br />
th<strong>is</strong> day, she only fell once, and there’s a little bru<strong>is</strong>e near the bench where she<br />
fell.<br />
But yesterday evening, Flash couldn’t make it, and I just went ahead and<br />
started my falling, humming along with the leaves below. But I almost stopped<br />
when I saw that there were two humans taking a quiet stroll through the clatter,<br />
not bothered at all by the cold. Everyone else had bolted for cover, but these two<br />
curious folk seemed quite oblivious.<br />
Nikki Hennessy<br />
My curiosity piqued, I crouched closer, inadvertently falling a little harder. As<br />
I peered at them, one of the people sidled closer to other, and said in a deep voice, “You know, your mother used to love the rain.<br />
Sometimes, she’d sit outside on that tree stump over there, by the bench, and just l<strong>is</strong>ten. She used to say that the trees would sing with<br />
pleasure after a week of nothing.”<br />
I remember that one… she was peculiar, like these two – she would always v<strong>is</strong>it once a week and just sit where Flash fell. Her eyes<br />
would be closed and she would sometimes hum along with me. I used to like her, but one day, she never came, and she hasn’t since.<br />
<strong>The</strong> smaller figure put a short arm around her father. “Do you m<strong>is</strong>s her, Daddy?” <strong>The</strong>y continued walking slowly through the square,<br />
and I lessened my falling to a drizzle.<br />
<strong>The</strong> man didn’t answer for a moment, but, upon reaching the stump, he stopped and stroked it. After a moment, he said, “I do,<br />
princess. But I try to remember that she went away with a smile on her face. She always told us to keep moving forward, right? And<br />
sometimes it’s easier to do that when we’re near her presence.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> little girl mulled that over for a moment, before turning luminous eyes towards h<strong>is</strong> remin<strong>is</strong>cing face. “Do you think she’s here<br />
now, Daddy? I want to see her…I…m<strong>is</strong>s her!” Her small face crumpled into tears, and I began to fall harder to drown out the heartwrenching<br />
sound as well as my own sadness.<br />
Her father ho<strong>is</strong>ted her up, and brushed away the tears gently. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t cry. L<strong>is</strong>ten, Mommy’s watching us right now,<br />
and she’s sitting right here l<strong>is</strong>tening to the rain as she used to. But she’s happy because she gets to see her beautiful little girl! But if you<br />
cry, it’ll make her sad. Here, do you want to sit with her?” She nodded her tiny head, and he lifted her onto the stump.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re, just like old times, right? With you sitting on Mommy’s lap and me telling the two of you stories…” He trailed off, tears<br />
coming to h<strong>is</strong> own eyes.<br />
“Daddy, don’t cry!” She threw her little arms around him, little f<strong>is</strong>ts holding tightly to h<strong>is</strong> coat.<br />
He didn’t say anything, but hugged her close and wiped away the tears from h<strong>is</strong> water-soaked face.<br />
And I could do nothing but watch helplessly. I couldn’t even leave to lament elsewhere, because th<strong>is</strong> little family had my heart stuck<br />
in the middle of their w<strong>is</strong>hful hug. It has always been said that it was wrong to get caught in mortal affairs, but I had tied myself to th<strong>is</strong><br />
family and their loss without ever meaning to, and the knots were unbreakable.<br />
“Come on, love, let’s go home.” He lifted h<strong>is</strong> daughter up, and her arms clamped instinctively around h<strong>is</strong> neck, while her small head<br />
lay against h<strong>is</strong> shoulder. She did not remove her sight from the stump until they had passed the corner, and I pattered out, empty.<br />
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