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The Lonely Maize
24. Jan 2019
Characters.
TLM:
SEB:
Rooted to the spot yet constantly in motion.
Squatting on the ground. Very still.
Setting.
Next to a dirt road in between farmland atop a hill. The fields are barren after the recent harvest.
Just before dusk on a chilly, heavily overcast, rainy September Saturday. The wind is harsh due to the exposed locale.
Discourse.
TLM:
The wind picked up, didn't it? I'm being whipped around and it feels unpleasant and cold. It must be an extraordinary windy day today.
SEB:
Yes, you are right, it is a windy evening.
TLM:
We had wind throughout autumn but never like this. Only a while ago windy days were cool and refreshing. I was swaying in the evening breeze. Sometimes it picked up but never did it push me around so violently. Now I have lost all control, am at the mercy of this wind. It beats into me, yanks and pulls and strains. I wonder what has changed with the wind.
SEB:
The weather is getting cold and grim and so does the wind. But perhaps not only the wind has changed.
Time passes.
TLM:
Ah, I see now. The others are gone. I wonder what happened. All have left but me?
SEB:
You are the only one still here.
TLM:
The only one still here. Or the only one left behind?
SEB:
A matter of perspective.
TLM:
Either way the outcome is the same. I am alone with this wind. The others supported me, gave me balance and stability. Without anyone I am exposed and weak. I had never noticed how important the others were to me until now.
SEB:
There is a saying that one comes to appreciate certain things only after they are gone.
TLM:
Is there a use to this realization? I don't know. I doubt it. I can't bring back the others in any case.
Time passes.
TLM:
I do know about the wind however. I have no more support, no shelter. Can I stand alone against the wind? Not for long. Standing alone wears you down. You get bent, dragged from left to right and eventually you wither away. I may still look robust and sturdy but my core weakens and my roots become feeble. Soon enough I will come apart and be blown away. Not much is left to do for me but wonder why.
SEB:
Sometimes there is no good explanation for things.
TLM:
Well, there is nothing I can do now no matter the reason. Nobody to blame. I stand here as The Lonely Maize until I'm swept away. Can't be too long now until I'm gone just like the others.
SEB:
Don't ends usually come too soon rather than too late?
TLM:
What I always knew, I suppose, is that all comes to an end eventually. But now even the question about when has little meaning left to it.
As soon as all these questions came up they lost their meaning. The reins are taken from me, always were actually, and the way forward is clear.
Time passes.
Sebastian gets up and continues his walk home. The Lonely Maize remains rooted to its spot.