Day of the Dead

in #writing6 years ago (edited)



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I know that I have died before—once in November.
—Anne Sexton



It rained all night and by morning the trees had turned to glass. It was a brooding, melancholy start to November.

I had another of those dreams that seemed more far more frequent now—strange rambling dialogues with a beautiful woman whose face I could never recall, let alone the details of our conversations.

Her aura persisted though, long after waking, and pervaded everything like morning mist and dampness. She was at the tip of my tongue, on the edge of my mind, hidden in lonely gray distances that harbored mystery and in rain trails blurring and marring familiar things.



I met Mireya and Rab at The Bakery hoping the steaming coffee and blueberry scones would restore a sense of normalcy, but even the morning routine seemed tinged with a sepia ambiance of another time, and I couldn’t shake the feeling.

But finally, back at the agency, amid the subdued chaos of a Monday morning, I was distracted enough to find me, and by the time Mireya phoned at noon wanting to go antiquing I enthusiastically agreed.



“You seemed preoccupied this morning, Cole—more bad dreams?”

We were browsing through curios at Bygones and Mireya was gently probing my mood while trying not to dig in too much.

“It’s not so much the dreams are bad, Mir, as they’re damned perplexing. I feel a need to recall the content, but can’t remember even one simple thing.”



“You seemed depressed this morning,” she whispered.

“I don’t know if that’s from the dreams or this dreary weather.”

“Well, you know today is Día de los Muertos—the Day of the Dead.”



I chuckled at her Latin tendency to verge to the dark side. “We called it All Souls Day when I was growing up in Catholic parochial school and saw it as a holiday to eat our Halloween candy—that’s all.”

Her eyes were dark and somber. “Not for us, my friend, it’s much more than that—it’s the autumn rites associated with remembering the dead and the after life.”

As she was talking, my gaze fell upon an antique Ouija board with the familiar arcane letters.



“Well, speaking of the dead—look at this. “ I held up the board and said facetiously, “you could celebrate the dead, or, on the other hand, using the centuries-old tradition of a mystic table, you could go one better and summon them.”

I said it with the requisite levity and sarcasm meant to lighten her morose mood, but my words had the opposite effect. Her eyes grew huge and she turned pale. “You musn’t joke about such matters, Cole—it’s not wholesome to contact the dead.”



Little did I know how prophetic her words were that icy morning.

If I could have seen into the future I would have known the source of my chill—the profound truth that souls can still commune even after one has crossed that borne from which no traveller ever returns.



© 2018, John J Geddes. All rights reserved



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It is recurrent the presence of a woman you dream of or of whom you do not remember the face in your stories, @johnjgeddes. The celebration of the Day of the Dead is a tradition to keep alive in memory those loved ones who have already left. In my country people used to go to the cemetery with flowers and candles at night to light them and let their souls find their way. Now it is impossible to do so, each family looks for ways to worship their dead from home. I can say that it is true that there is a special connection with the spirits that wander before they leave definitively. This is a topic on which many discussions open up. Greetings, @johnjgeddes.

Thanks for the explanation @aurodivys. I was raised in a liturgical church that would keep a roll of the names of the dead and pray for them on November first - some people would actually pray to the dead, a practice I didn't follow

Mysterious end, @johnjgeddes! That prolepsi that the narrator does makes us place ourselves in a future full of dark and mysterious things. In particular, I have a lot of respect for these themes. I believe that on our life there must be many souls who still don't find their way and are wandering around, waiting their turn to leave for good. Before you leave this earthly world, perhaps you will find a way to contact people and tell them one last word, or in the worst case, invite them for company. Happy Halloween!

Thanks, Nancy. It seemed appropriate to write a tale about things that go bump in the night on the occasion of Allhallowtide, the three day observance in liturgical churches marked by ceremonies of remembering the dead

This is so eloquently written. I know it wasn't why you wrote it, but you've taught me a few things about writing here. Thank you.

And I would love to visit Latin America at one year for that celebration. Hopefully I will get to, but I would rather the weather be a bit better when I go. Lol.

Thanks for your encouraging comment - appreciate that :)

Hi Iam mexican, leí en inglés aunque mi nivel de comprensión es muy básico entendí que en alguna reunión de amigos se explicaba que es el día de muertos después de COCO no creo que en USA no sepan de qué festividad hablas creo que eres latin@ o bien de México y si no gracias por hablar de esta dia.

Conozco la práctica de la tradición de la Iglesia Católica donde se llama Día de las almas y ellos oran por las almas de los muertos.

I'm not a fan of this kind of stories but this one caught my attention

interestng for me

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