Short Fiction: By The Wayside

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She’s a woman who discards anything which causes sorrow or blocks her path. A man she cares for does both, and she leaves him. She takes only what she really values, an old set of books, a few china plates of her mother’s, an abstract painting she’d found in Santa Fe, New Mexico. She abhors clutter, both physical and spiritual. She has friends with children, husbands, and houses full of junk, plastic bins, cardboard boxes, old newspapers in piles on the porch, unraked leaves on the walk, and all the time they complain about the mess and the chaos, the failure to effect order, the mis-use of their time, and though their company is amusing for an evening, she is always glad – relieved – to return to her own modest place that’s clean, stripped down to its essentials.

One clear night she dreams of her brother standing in a field. The field is unknown, but she recognizes the distant tree, with its unique twist and sagging branch. That tree had stood across the road from their home until a strong wind sent a severed branch onto a power line. Men came and cut down the rest of the tree. In her dream, the tree returns and the brother comes to celebrate the miracle.

In the morning she learns that her brother had died four days before. They hadn’t spoken for thirty years. His erratic behavior became a liability. Late-night rambling phone calls, borrowing money and never paying it back, always an undercurrent of resentment that she was functional and self-supporting while he was neither. After she refused his calls, she had random news of him through her parents. Both had hinted at mental illness, trouble holding a job, a string of temporary girlfriends. Nothing was ever clearly stated or described. Truth was messy, and took up space, and it, too, was winnowed. The parents are both dead now, the father’s second wife, who was never a real presence, is also. Only she remains.

A letter arrives from the man her brother had made his life with. He worked for a long time to put his childhood rage behind him. I believe he died happy, more or less.

Her return letter contains only two words: Why rage?

He felt like he’d been thrown away, the man replies.

In her dismay, she takes on a comforting chore – cleaning out her closet. There’s a blouse she hasn’t worn in the last year, also a pair of red shoes, and a photo album she doesn’t remember bringing from her last residence. On one page her family stands in a row. They’re by a lake in autumn. The trees are shedding their leaves, and she wears a light little sweater with roses around the collar. It’s been so long she can’t even name the year, or her age, only that she was happy then, and her brother was, too. They were friends, allies in mischief, united against the growing misery of their parents, safe in their own world.

Her tears surprise her, because she is not a woman who cries. Not when her father left to lighten his load; or when her house was sold; or when her childhood memories disappeared in the back of truck bound for the dump; or when she fled her only marriage after fifteen months, or when each man had served his time and went, or when she moved the first, fifth, or eleventh time, or when her mother died at home alone, or when her father fell down his basement stairs and never regained consciousness.

Only now, when she sees, as she will over and over, that sometimes – in fact more often than not – the heart is made weaker for leaving behind what once gave it joy.

“By The Wayside” first appeared in Volume 1, Issue 4 of Nomos Review and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize by editor Lisa Sanchez

Anne Leigh Parrish’s debut novel, What Is Found, What Is Lost, came out in October 2014 from She Writes Press. Her second story collection, Our Love Could Light The World (She Writes Press, 2013) was a finalist in both the International Book Awards and the Best Book Awards. Her first collection, All The Roads That Lead From Home (Press 53, 2011) won a silver medal in the 2012 Independent Publisher Book Awards. She is the fiction editor for the online literary magazine, Eclectica. She lives in Seattle.

What Is Found, What Is Lost: A Novel (She Writes Press, October 2014), Finalist in the Literary Fiction category of the 2015 International Book Awards

Our Love Could Light The World: Stories (She Writes Press, 2013), Finalist the short story category of the 2014 Next Generation Indie Book Awards; Finalist in both the 2013 International Book Awards and the 2013 Best Books Awards

All The Roads That Lead From Home: Stories (Press 53, 2011), 2012 Independent Publisher Book Awards Silver Medal Winner





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  1. Kruna Nemet says:

    I like this story By The Wayside. Interesting how you can say so much in such a short story. I could relate to it while reading because somehow, by coincidence, the character of the story is ME; very tidy, hate clutter, when my place is neat and tidy, my mind is too, and I can function better. I had a brother and we were not close at all. He was sick, and passed away. I received the news over the phone, in the middle of the night, here in Australia. He was so far away. All I could do was to order and send some flowers for his fineral. I WAS sad. Now there is no one from my close family in my country of origin to ring me. He used to ring me rarely, but still he did. All I have is our childhood memories, and photos. I also surprised myself by my sadness.
    The author described how the woman went through her things in detail, I loved it.
    Congratulations on succeeding to engage a reader to read and enjoy in your story.

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