Casey Bergin
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Chaotic introvert
Worms and weasels
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The Ceremony
Out from the woods leaps a fawn who, in any other world would face no challenge to the wrangler ahead. Cadibel’s hands clutch the glass in her side, slowly sinking deeper into the water, she feels the fawn scurry to its feet on the bridge above. As long as she could remember she had this feeling of drowning; of an unsteady car pushed off its course by nothing more than a lost soul, launching her into a forever surrounding blue. Cadibel’s phone floats next to her, she can't hear anything out of it, but knows the other side of that call is her fiance shouting back, “what happened, what’s happening, are you okay?”. The cries through the phone turn to sobs, Cadibel soothes herself, stroking the velvet insides of her new home as recognizable faces pass before her with blurred eyes and reddened necks, making their peace.
By Casey Bergin3 years ago in Fiction
Mixed Together
About 5 years ago I met someone new who gifted me a mix CD after much reluctance to accept it on my end. I was scared the songs would forever be tied to this person and I would no longer enjoy them on their own. The mix had a cut out piece of paper colored to look like a rainbow with a simple title and list of songs and artists. I still think of the process they went through: choosing and ordering the songs, titling the mix, coloring the case. I picture them on the floor cutting out a slip of paper to fit perfectly in the case and rearranging the songs before burning the CD. About a year ago I decided to make one. I loved the process and thoughtfulness required to craft the perfect mix and I now have no fear of the connection that is also crafted as a result of a gift like this. Music is a beautiful connector since every song can evoke different memories from one person to the next and thinking of someone when a song comes on should be craved not feared.
By Casey Bergin5 years ago in Humans
