The Walk
written by: Ian Fletcher
Things can get a bit hectic in our office.
But as usual, I take my lunchtime walk, going through the local churchyard on my way.
The newly-tended graves are still connected to the living.
However, I always delve deeper within, to pass the overgrown, neglected ones of a century or more ago.
Some headstones are weatherworn to illegibility; all names are forgotten.
Returning to the office, my colleagues perceive no difference.
Yet my mind carries a Buddha’s smile and I stress no more about our daily activity…
…for the dead, the long dead, have again bequeathed their wisdom upon me.
Ian Fletcher
Born and raised in Cardiff, Wales, Ian has an MA in English from Oxford University. He lives in Taiwan with his wife, two daughters and cat. He teaches English in a high school. He has had poems and short stories published in Duane’s PoeTree, Tuck Magazine, Best Poetry, The Ekphrastic Review, 1947 A Literary Journal, Spillwords Press, Dead Snakes, Your One Phone Call, Schlock! Webzine, Short-story.me, Literary Yard, Indian Periodical, Anotherealm, Under the Bed, A Story In 100 Words, Poems and Poetry, Friday Flash Fiction, The Drabble, and in various anthologies.
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