Sunday, September 30, 2007

Return to Flight House

Back in February of 2007 I posted about Flight House. There's been a return to the place. Several times in the last few weeks I've walked by on the weekend to find cars in the driveway. Today there was a small Krakatoa of trash bags by the road and the girl's blue bicycle was gone. I didn't see any people but the grass is trampled by the back steps and so I know they have been in and out.

The writer in me wants to go up on the back porch and knock, and find out their story. The coward in me walks on by with my feet stirring the faintest dust into the air. Perhaps some part of me doesn't want to know the true tale. What if it's not as poignant as I've imagined? What if it's not even very interesting.

Right now, the story of "Flight House" is my story. Not their's. Maybe I just don't want to share with my characters.

9 comments:

Lisa said...

Hmmm. I hope you have written the story. I'm imagining all kinds of possibilities too.

Ello said...

I'm glad you don't find out! Truth is stranger than fiction. But sometimes truth can hamper the creative muse! It is your story so don't let reality change it.

Bernita said...

There are so many possible futures, why settle for the cold light of one?

Erik Donald France said...

I understand your plight. And remember the eerie picture.

Charles Gramlich said...

Lisa, the story is drafted and waiting for time to polish it. Of course, the plot could change between now and then.

Ello, I agree. In this case I'm not sure truth will help.

Bernita, this is true. It's like with Quantum physics, though. Until you observe it you can't tell much about a particle. But once observed it's pathway becomes determined.

Charles Gramlich said...

Erik, you must have been posting as I was posting. Yes, the picture was pretty good.

Christina said...

It sounds like you already have a story brewing. I know how you feel though. Part of me wants to knock on a door to a house that I walk by all the time and still find interesting. I want to know who lives there and all the details about it. I guess it is a born curiosity. Instead of "curiosity killed the cat" it should be "curiosity put the writer in a lot of trouble." Happy Writing!

Stewart Sternberg said...

I don't know. I suppose the optimist and the psychologist in you wants to explore. The writer? The writer is better using them as inspiration. Your story for them is probably more entertaining and rewarding than their actual tale.

Of course, I also think that anyone's life can be fascinating in the hands of the right storyteller. Well, maybe not everyone.

Sidney said...

Maybe it's best not to know like Ello said. There was an epigram in the front of Robert Aikman's "Cold Hand in Mine" that goes something like In the end it is the mystery that endures and not the explanation.