Here’s my latest piece of flash from this past week’s photo prompt over at Flash!Friday. In addition to the prompt, the story also had to incorporate a fleeting moment.
Fat Charlie liked to walk the courtyard after the rain.
He inherited the name Fat, among all the others, from his parents and though he’d long lost the weight, the name stuck to him much as the bottles of beer stuck to their hands.
Fat Charlie wasn’t supposed to amount to anything and even though he’d found himself a loving wife who bore him a child, none of it amounted to anything.
So said the voices in his head after all these years.
Long ago he’d moved from the farm to the city, but when you live in the concrete jungle it’s hard to get to the roots of things.
“Live in the Now” would become quite the vogue. So he tried to find it because they said in the Now you can find peace.
Years he searched.
Then one day after a rain he discovered, in walking the courtyard, in looking at the grey sky reflected in the wet grey pavement, the Now is gone by the time you name it “Now.”
So he gave up the search. The Now, he knew, wasn’t real. Nothing but a fleeting moment.
Then, he saw it.
Life, a sequence of fleeting moments. There Fat Charlie, smiling, let go and found his peace.