This is a story that has haunted me for a while. Which is appropriate because it’s about a widower who is haunted by his late wife. Four or five years ago I tried to write it as a play. Basically, it was just one scene being played over and over, showing that the protagonist was stuck in a perpetual loop – of sadness! But as you can imagine, it was a little boring and a little depressing.
Back in the summer, I wrote a story in my composition notebook that was based on the same idea, but by the time I transcribed the thirty wide-ruled pages to fourteen typed pages, I was less than thrilled with it.
Then, about two weeks ago, I started thinking of this story again. But I was thinking of it in the present tense, urgently, I kept thinking, “Albert has forgotten. Albert has forgotten.” So I started a third iteration, this time as a flash story. I finished it last night, and no where in it do the words “Albert has forgotten” appear, but I like the way it reads, and I hope that, by sharing it here, it will no longer haunt me.
Day at the Beach by Nick Faber
(photo via flickr user citron_smurf)
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