Length Doesn't Matter
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Length Doesn’t Matter
Eleven Short and Short Short Stories
Steve Kates
Copyright © 2014 by Steve Kates.
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Rev. date: 04/12/2014
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Contents
I Still Life
II A Father’s Study
III The Heart of the Matter
IV Not My Best Day
V The Walking Lady
VI The One-Armed Dwarf and the One-Legged Tango Dancer
VII A Fragile Friendship
VIII In Grandma’s Eyes
IX Love Story
X A Not So Fond Farewell
XI Accidents Will Happen
To Linda, who has always
had faith in my talents, no matter how great or trivial.
I
STILL LIFE
My persimmon is sitting before me on a delicate blue and white Ming platter, a fitting repository for this queen of fruits, developed in China over 3,000 years ago. As with Proust’s madeleines, it instantly takes me back to my childhood when, in late autumn, my mother would bring me, as a treat from the greengrocer’s, a luscious, ripe persimmon.
There is no other red like its orange crimson in the world. The skin is satiny smooth, and the ripe persimmon feels like a young woman’s breast, invitingly spongy yet muscular and firm. Its shape suggests a human heart.
Invading the flesh of the ripe persimmon is a sensitive task, for you must avoid the inside of the skin, which causes an unpleasant puckering sensation. But once beyond that peril, the yellowish pulpy flesh is incredibly sweet, and you eat it in quarters, following the natural internal conformation of the fruit.
The moist meat slides down your throat with ease, like a fresh oyster, slippery, cool and sensual. There are no seeds, and the experience is flawlessly smooth. In a few moments, this treasure is savored, swallowed, digested, then sadly gone. The persimmon is habit forming, and I am an addict.
II
A FATHER’S STUDY
I tiptoed into my father’s study. I swore I heard the old man say, You might have had the courtesy to knock, first.
How many times had that same scenario been reenacted, me walking in, and my father remonstrating my lack of manners.
Sorry,
I murmured, surprising myself, since the room was empty. The study was dark, book-lined, claustrophobic, and the air was heavy with the residual smoke from my father’s Havana cigars. What light might have crept in was effectively blocked by thick floor to ceiling drapes, which covered the four windows, as though to protect a religious shrine from the prying eyes of infidel intruders.
I pictured my father, seated at the carved Carpathian elm partner’s desk, explaining that he would soon die. There’s nothing they can give me now except painkillers. I expect you’ll find me somewhat mellower over these next several months.
Mellow? There was no narcotic in the world which could mellow my father even moderately, I had thought, suddenly feeling guilty at my insensitive reaction.
My father had been a commanding figure of authority for over twenty years, doling out punishment, criticism and humiliation. Ours had been a relationship based on mistrust, grudging but silent admiration, intellectual competitiveness, and a mutual devotion to my loving mother.
Just returned from the gravesite, I hastened to revisit my father’s study, leaving my mother upstairs for a few moments while I bade a private goodbye. It