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Grace

Allan Onik

    Gardner watched the football on his HD TV. The Los Angeles Sharks had just scored a touchdown. His roommate walked into the apartment den.
    “You must think you’re some kind of Caesar,” she said, “watching all that violence. Like a Roman watching in the Coliseum. Gladiators. Why don’t you go outside for once? Instead of having your eyes glued to that screen 12 hours a day?”
    “I think that’s a good idea,” he said. He turned off the TV and stood up from his Lay-Z-Boy.

    The sun in the park was bright and the flowers were multicolored-blues, greens, reds, pinks, and violets. The light created a warmth and Gardner could see the birds and butterflies like wisps. The park contained a pond with lilies and frogs and muddy fish. A limestone bridge spanned across the pond and rested on both sides of the water surrounded by flower beds. Bees landed on the flowers and buzzed. Ana read Walden underneath a willow.
    “It’s Sunday,” she said. “What are you doing out of that high castle?”
    “Never expected to see you here, either.” He stretched out next to her in the grass underneath the shade.
    “Did you know that Monarch butterflies migrate to Mexico in the winter?”
    “No shit.”
    “It’s a natural phenomenon. Just like everything else out here. The Egyptians worshiped statues and wore amulets to ward chaos, while there are other cultures that believe stillness can lead to greater introspection and vision-calmness in any storm.”
    “Never knew it. You’re a regular Thoreau.”
    “I sit here and read every day. There is an owl that lives in this tree. The spirit of the owl is meant to guide you from confusing situations. Unplug from the phenomena and just be!”
    Gardner stood of from the grass and looked at the sky. Ana was still reading, pretty with dark hair and no makeup. The clouds covered a deep, inviting blue. He began to walk the path toward the distant hills.
    “Leaving so soon?” she asked.
    “No,” he said, “just Lucifer.”



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