“Souls cross the skies of time, like clouds crossing the skies of the world.”
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas.
Charcoal drawing by Suzanne Starr
She sits and waits; a traveller.
He sits, arms folded, staring into space where for him there is now only the present.
Time stretches away. Infinite co-ordinates undefined. Souls slip past each other.
She stares at a wall, across tracks she cannot see; the tracks of time.
The tracks of my tears.
For I am that girl with no past and no future and I am waiting for you.
We agreed we’d meet, that we’d find each other. On the other side.
Before:
– Do you believe in reincarnation?
– Maybe.
– Do you think we come back as ghosts?
– Perhaps.
– If we do, shall we meet?
– We’ll need to arrange where and when.
– Each other’s birthdays?
– Will you remember?
– Of course.
– Where then?
– I don’t know.
– We can decide later, there’s plenty of time.
We never did decide, did we?
Another cross-continental collaboration with artist, Suzanne Starr. I find her artwork both intriguing and inspiring.
You can find more of Suzanne’s artwork at www.suzannestarart.com – check it out!
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ha..ha.. you are so smart Chris:) The conversation above was interesting and intrigue many people (especially me) since we do not know what happen after we die. Will we remember other people? perhaps or perhaps not…..
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Very interesting topic and collaboration. 👍
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Reblogged this on Short Story Scribe.
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Sorry to pick this up after so long… but many thanks for the reblog!
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You’re welcome, happy new year
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And to you too! Here’s to a successful writing year ahead.
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It reminds me of a conversation in “We the People” by Ayn Rand. The main characters say to each other , “If we remember, and if we want to meet again.” No compulsions or commitments..
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I just checked the reference, as I hadn’t come across the book before. Interesting.
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