Coming back

No challenges today. I just felt like bringing Thomas Riverwing back for an encore. Flash Fiction from a photo, because it’s fun.


Coming Back

“I like ducks,” said Thomas Riverwing.

“Yeah, they’re pretty tasty,” I quipped.

The lake was beautiful. Willows dipped their branches in the water and jutting rocks glittered in the sunlight. A group of ducks meandered near the shore.

I didn’t know why we were there.


Walking with Thomas Riverwing could be frustrating. On the other hand, walks with the old shaman could be a great comfort for the soul. I needed comfort just then.

My wife had wanted to take a short-term job. It would keep her away for six months in an undeveloped country. Keeping in touch would be difficult. I was opposed to the idea and told her so. It turned into a big fight, and the simmering anger between us lasted weeks.

She seemed ready to make up one day after an afternoon of hiking by herself. My hurt still lingered and I rebuffed her peacemaking attempts. Later, I felt bad about it and realized a good hike alone might do me good as well.

As I stood at the creek bank, Thomas appeared out of nowhere, as he always does. I only realized he was there when I turned and saw him beside me. Crafty old man! I practically jumped out of my skin. “Want to see a great fishing spot?” He said.

Thomas knows I don’t fish. He wanted to show me something, and he always found wonderful places. So I agreed.

As we sat at the bank of the lake, I watched Thomas staring across the waters, still as a golden Buddha. I wondered when he would say something and explain what he wanted to show me. Finally, I broke the silence. “Why do you like ducks?”

“They live so easily,” he said. “They keep things simple and calm. See that pair over there?”


“They are mates. You can tell because they spend so much time together. Sometimes they drift apart to eat or explore, and then they come back. They are always coming back together. Always coming back.”

I watched for awhile and saw it happening over and over. They were separate by distance at times, but never in spirit. I realized then that my wife needed to explore by herself, but she would always be with me in spirit. She would come back.

Crafty old man! That’s what he wanted to show me. Thomas was always teaching.

After a time, I said, “I like ducks.”

“Your wife liked them too.”

About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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5 Responses to Coming back

  1. Very nicely done. I like this a lot.


  2. LucyJartz says:

    Interesting. I could hear someone sharing wisdom like Thomas Riverwing did, but still feel the way I feel. I guess I’m too immature for this story, though it carried me along and was thought provoking. I celebrate our one-year anniversary this summer, and I’ll probably wonder about it some more.


    • EagleAye says:

      All someone like Thomas wants to do is encourage that “wonder” or least taking a moment to slow down and live in the moment rather than quickly move to the next item on the “to do” list. If you take the time to wonder, then Thomas has accomplished his goal.

      A good relationship is “work.” And sometimes it involves doing things that are counter-intuitive, like letting someone go for a time. What’s good for one couple isn’t necessarily good for another couple. Each has it’s own “maintenance” required to keep it healthy. That’s my experience anyway.


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