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Previous Challenge Entry (EDITOR'S CHOICE)
Topic: Adulthood (07/30/09)

TITLE: Life in Between
By Loren T. Lowery
~2nd Place


The swing is a simple plank of wood with holes on either side to thread a rope. The rope, graying hemp, hangs from the branch of a lone maple atop a high, green hill. A morning wind, sweet with the birthing odors of summer, rustles the leaves and gently rocks the swing in soft, but audible creaks.

Lured to the maple by its stain of sugary sap, a Monarch lands on its bark and is caught in the viscous amber. The butterfly struggles to free itself, the tree alone witness to the desperate fluttering of the delicate yellow-black wings. Morning overtures meld into quavering wings, creaking planks and rippling leaves

Voices, distant but approaching roll up the side of the hill as waves lapping a secret cove.

“What did you pack in this picnic basket?” A male voice asks. “It’s heavy as bricks.”

A woman’s voice, light with laughter. “Possibly it is. You promised me a house up here after veterinary school and we’re married. Brick by brick as Hadrian said.”

“I think he was speaking of Rome, Claire, not a house.” The laugh back, sincere, but guarded and weighted.

They stop at the crest of the hill, panting from the climb. The man sets the basket down and folds the woman into his arms. Both look out over the valley, content at the beauty and the feel of the wind teasing their hair. The landscape gilt with translucent gold so fleeting that neither dare blink.

“Cradle to grave,” she says.


“Look,” she points eastward. “Haven’t you noticed it before? Over there, Washington Hospital where most of us were born,” her hand sweeps westward, covering twenty miles with a slight discernible arc, “to Memorial Park where most have already or will some day, be buried.”

“A bit morbid, don’t you think?”

“Not all, Paul.” She snuggles into his shoulder, still gazing outward. “Just look at all of the life in between. The town, the people, farms, grazing livestock, planted fields.”

“Yes, life in between.” He whispers.

“You’ve only a year of veterinary studies left and then go into practice with my Dad; and then,” she moves deeper into his embrace, “we’re married.”

He holds her tighter. “Claire, there’s something I need to tell you. Something we need to discuss.”

She turns to face him. “And you said I sounded morbid…”

“It’s Dad, he’s taken a turn for the worst.”

“Oh, Paul, I’m sorry. I just visited him yesterday at the hospital. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“They moved him into ICU last night. Mom’s with him now. Everything happened so fast…I wanted time alone with you to talk things out.”

Her eyes searched his. “What?”

“I won’t be finishing veterinary school. My family needs me here. Mom can’t manage the farm by herself and Jim and Becky, well, they’re just too young.”

Her hands move to her mouth, eyes widening.

He holds her face in his hands. “Everyone understood I never wanted to take over the farm.” There is anger in his voice. “When the time came, Jim would take over, but that’s ten years away.” Fighting tears, he looks out over the valley. His voice softens. “I never saw this coming. I’m sorry.”

The air becomes still, the sound of a train can be heard in the distance; its rhythmic thrusts quietly fading into the hills beyond the city. Closer, the timorous beat of the Monarch’s wings taunts their ears. The wind stirs, the leaves rustle and the swing sways to its own creaking rhythm.

Paul breaks away, turns toward the maple. Without facing her, he snaps a twig from a branch. “I can’t stand to see any living creature suffer” He walks over and frees the butterfly from its tawny, sweet prison. He holds it in his hands, briefly, and gently tosses it into the air. It circles his head and darts away. He turns back to Claire. “I love you, with all my heart, but won’t hold you to our pledge of marriage.”


“No, let me finish. Our house, here on the hill; my practice with your father…none of it will ever come about. You’d be a farmer’s wife with ready-made kids and a live-in mother-in-law. It’s not what I wanted for us - neither of us expected; but it’s what I have to do. If you say no, walk away, I’ll understand.”

She moves to embrace him, silencing his lips with her fingers. The touch, delicate as the kiss of a butterfly.

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Seema Bagai 08/06/09
Beautifully written. I liked how you wove the butterfly throughout the piece.
Gregory Kane08/07/09
Your opening two paragraphs were perfect. A beautifully written piece with an unexpected but entirely satisfactory conflict
Verna Cole Mitchell 08/08/09
This poetic prose story is an absolute favorite of mine this week--perfect.
Mona Purvis08/12/09
Sometimes it is hard to get a strong message into a sweet story...but you did it wonderfully.
True, we often "settle" for Plan B.
Love is willing to close the door gently on Plan A and embrace Plan B. You showed this in this heart-filled story.

Ada Nett08/12/09
When one dream dies....God is faithful to birth a new one...it is our part to embrace the new dream...that is what this story spoke to me. I enjoyed reading it and I was delighted to see the butterfly set free.
Joy Faire Stewart08/12/09
True-to-life story woven into this beautifully written entry. Excellent!
Sara Harricharan 08/12/09
So very well done! I'm glad that she didn't just get up and walk away. Kudos to him for finding such a gem. ^_^ Good story!
Verna Cole Mitchell 08/13/09
I was so happy to see you rise so high with this beautiful story! Congratulations.
Lisa Johnson08/13/09
Congratulations on your second place level ranking, and your second place Editor's Choice award. Your story was very touching...a tribute to true love that overcomes even changes in expectations. Thanks for sharing such a sweet story.
Sara Harricharan 08/13/09
Congrats, Loren! Well done!!!
Chely Roach08/13/09
Gorgeous and lyrical. Stunning. Congratulations, Loren.
Helen Dowd08/14/09
Splendidly told! Congratulations on a well-deserved 2nd (Were I a judge I'd give you 1st). The first paragraph and a bit of the second left no hint as to how the story would unfold. But it gave a very romantic setting for the sad news the young man had to give to his lover...How very touching! I'm glad the young man freed the butterfly. And I am so happy that their love overcame the disappointment life through at them. They certainly entered into ADULTHOOD with and ADULT attitude...Blessings!...Helen
Eliza Evans 08/15/09
Congratulations, Loren!


What a joy and pleasure to read your wonderful writing.