Pebbles by Kelly Grotke

He picked up the three pebbles that lay on the desk, cupping them in his hand and rattling them around like dice as he stared out the window.

She’d accused him once of caring more about things than people. It was an argument. He thinks of this as he shakes the pebbles. But it wasn’t true, no. Why had it come to be about truth and right and wrong and would you just stop it, stop, stop it now or I’ll….and then you….and in his gut, even here and now, he could still feel the bends and distortions of time that had begun pulling at their words until language itself threatened to unravel, even now and how much later is that than before, he wonders, and have I been gutted.

He had cared about things. Not more than people, no, not more than her. But by then there’d been neither time nor will to explain, and in truth he only understood himself much later. Remember this, the things said to him, this will be the future and the good, forever and ever, and we will walk upon the beach and the sun shone bright and warm on your hair and the smell of your skin yes and I touch you and the happiness and let me in, please let me in and now my soul is shaking again like these pebbles from the shore of some distant ocean and everything falls from my hands.

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6 responses to “Pebbles by Kelly Grotke

  1. Very compelling thoughts in this story. Nice!

  2. len kuntz

    loved what you did with the pebbles and all the metaphors.

  3. guy

    His sentences point forward and backwards in time, are at once material & abstract. “the things said to him, this will be the future and the good” could be about language, or the status of the material.

    He’s quite philosophical, isn’t he. Thinking about the relative status of the material, of time and language.

  4. Michelle

    I love how things isn’t really about things at all. How pebbles are like time and space and that kinetic shaking energy and loss… I also really like the pacing of this, the way it starts slow and contemplative, as he is thinking on what she said, and how it ramps up with each paragraph so that by the end we are panting, racing, shaking… I really like the energy in this piece, Kelly. Lots.

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