She did not tell me—she may have said it in Greek—that it will be snowing in Athens. I dislike snow, no matter that I have lived most of my life in Canada—gone now informally but salvageable with the right fate. I have no faith or belief in anything except for love, and I mean the Anthi-and-M kind, not the dead Romeo and Juliet at the end, both. I never felt it to be romantic. There is nothing romantic about dying. It was a tragedy, of course, but Anthi and M is a tragedy too, except that nothing tragic has occurred yet. Someone must die or disappear, especially in reality; I mean, fiction. Actually, one of the narrators disappeared. It was expected by the writer, but it was sad. Eléni was loved, even by Goddess Athena, who had renamed her so. At least, I can bring Eléni back, whereas reality is much more complicated. Free will is a poor game, even worse than true or false. The human condition speaks volumes along its bloody history and uncertain future. The weather condition, on the other hand, also a poor game, relies on models and trends, and the amount of snow that a city can receive from the skies before it metamorphoses to white piss or pissy ice. But Athenian snow was different. It was almost welcomed; serene with the white houses and blue accents all the way to the sea. She did not tell me, but I knew. How could I not?
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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The Chair by the Window
I didn’t realize how important the chair by the window was until no one sat in it anymore. It wasn’t a special chair. Just an old wooden one with a thin cushion that slid around when you stood up too fast. The paint had chipped near the legs, and one screw was always threatening to come loose. But every afternoon around four, my father would sit there, facing the street, cup of tea balanced carefully in his hand like it mattered.
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"The human condition speaks volumes along its bloody history and uncertain future." Powerful line in a piece that is speaking about love and life. The contrast between the snow in Canada and Athens is interesting too!