Two Fictions
Derek White

We Keep Reminding Ourselves to Remember

The fountain in our garden was not running until we painted our walls orange and changed the shower curtain to an opaque one with haphazard black lettering. Soon I will hear the birds calling, if it is still not too late.

Being on a Raft

Before we get our coffee, I finally hear the distant trumpeting. They are merely specks in the sky on the horizon, rising over Mt. Lassen. This is the part I have been waiting for that I wanted Jessica to see. The geese use my momıs pond as a layover on their way from Canada to Mexico. If we are quiet and hide in our sleeping bags they will land all around us. Then it will be like we werenıt even here. Thatıs when I want Jessica to wake up.