A MURMUR

He watched the black mass moving through the dawn sky. Backlit by the sun’s orange-yellow glow, the sweeping and swooping birds danced in uniformity. It was, he mused, a stunning example of the beauty that could be found in the world.

But not for him. For him, beauty in life had ended. There was only the thought of the painful days that lay ahead. He was alone now, with only his memories of her rattling around in his mind. And soon, he knew, those memories would disappear too, drifting out of his reach. The thought of continuing as his world slipped away was too much.

He took one last fond view over the fields. He would join her now, before he forgot who he was. Before he forgot her.

Keris watched the murmuration from her bedroom window. It was a magical sight, the sort of event that made her miss the family farm. It would be a struggle to get through the funeral today. She hoped her father would manage to stay strong, she was not sure she could support him and keep herself together at the same time.

She had noticed he had been acting strangely the previous evening, leaving doors open, forgetting to take his dirty boots off at the door, searching in every cupboard before he could find the sugar bowl, which was in the same cupboard mother had always kept it in. Doctor Peters had warned her that these things would begin to happen more frequently as the disease spread.

The noise ripped through the morning sky. The starlings jolted and the black, swirling ball dispersed and disappeared over the roof and out of her view. Keris knew the sound, the echo of the rifle shot was a familiar one from her youth spent in the countryside.

The echo faded to a murmur and then there was silence again and Keris knew she was now alone.


murmuration
Copyright Sue Vincent

This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt – Murmur curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. Click on the link to read other stories inspired by the image.


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37 responses to “A MURMUR”

  1. So moving and very sad, but I can’t not like it, for you wrote it so well!

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    1. Thank you so much πŸ™‚

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  2. Such a sad tale, Iain. But I can imagine and understand how he felt.

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  3. My heart breaks as I read your story!I lost my husband less than a year ago and the sense of loss is sometimes so overwhelming.

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    1. I’m sorry to hear of your loss. Thank you for reading.

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  4. This is excellent, Iain. I really liked it.

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    1. Thank you Robbie πŸ™‚

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  5. Well told sad tale, Iain.

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  6. Oh Iain, that’s a terribly sad story to read first thing in the morning. But it HAS given me a new word – murmuration.

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    1. It is a lovely word, and a lovely sight πŸ™‚

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  7. How tragic. How heartbreaking. How real (alas, to too many).
    Very very well written, Iain!

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    1. Thank you so much, very kind πŸ™‚

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  8. Sad but very well written, Iain. I know a few friends who committed suicide.

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  9. Oh, Ian! That was wonderful! I have missed reading your words.

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    1. Thank you Violet, it’s nice to be missed, and nice to see you back πŸ™‚

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      1. I’m not gone Ian, just living remote in Alaska. I’m moving to Fairbanks Oct 1st and will have data and internet access of my own again. No more depending on spotty wifi. See you then…

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      2. Look forward to hearing more from you πŸ™‚

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  10. Very sad, but all too true in the life of a patient with Alzheimer’s or Dementia. They lose who they are, and those around them lose a part of themselves as well.

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    1. Thanks for reading and commenting Michele

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  11. Iain, this story was so eloquently written. Your description of the world outside and the emotions of this one man… Honestly, it was like reading something out of Nicholas Sparks book. Beautifully penned. πŸ’•

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    1. Thank you so much, a lovely compliment to receive.

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  12. Watching my mother disappear into Alzheimer’s, I often think about what I would do if I could tell it was happening to me. She totally lost her ability to function after my father died–he was holding her together. I can’t dispute his choice. (K)

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    1. Thank you for sharing your own experience.

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  13. A sad tale indeed, made doubly so by the cutting short of some companionship that could have remained.

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  14. You well illustrated the pain of survivors, Iain, engagingly told.

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  15. Beautiful story πŸ™‚

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    1. Thank you so much Leanne

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  16. Nicely written as always Iain and a great take on the prompt.

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