Word Prompt: Know | Story Prompt: from the book “A Recipe for Bees” by Gail Anderson-Dargatz

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“Augusta went into the bathroom and washed her face with cold water; she soaked a facecloth with water and wiped the sweat from the back of her neck, from between her breasts, under her arms, behind her knees. She put on a fresh dress and went back into the coolness of the sitting room to watch television from her chair next to Karl’s. Once there she tried to ignore him, to keep a stony silence, but her anger didn’t last; it drained away. She forgave him his inadequacies, just as he had forgiven hers so many times in the past, because Karl, resourceful as all farmers were, found a way to say the things he wished he had said over the years, all the things he had been unable to say. It wasn’t much: a simple gesture he had been planning for a day or two, a message contained in flowers. He handed Augusta a bouquet tied in ribbon that he had hidden beside his chair: a clutch of pearly everlastings with white wooly stems, and flowers that would last until the first snows of winter.”

***

The fatigue.

Pushing against it, fighting it,

Futile.

Why not accept it

for now –

embrace it, welcome it.

Because, my dear, I may

disappear

even deeper, further,

entirely.

And, it’s not me –

I am lightness and laughter and love –

this is not me.

Yet it crushes, it buries.

***

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