Friday, September 2, 2011

“A Future Roof” by Colin Hill

Posted By on Fri, Sep 2, 2011 at 9:00 AM

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Allegory framed with surrealism and gabled with fable. Thus Colin Hill serenely cobbles “A Future Roof.” Let the lyricism hold sway primarily, then look at how it’s built. Looking, fairly aggressively, for some excellent stories. Consider it a call to arms, art community. Send in your short pieces. I’m looking for stories, prose poems or other word art of or around 500 words. I’m also still searching my inbox in vain for six-word stories (or let’s say stories of under 15 words). When I get enough, I’ll showcase the best in a single post. Submit to flashfiction@sacurrent.com. Without further ado...

—Lyle Rosdahl

“A Future Roof” by Colin Hill

It was a skeletal structure in the beginning before rust and splinters, before paint and lacquer and all those choices. Inside corners ninety degrees, square, bubbles between the lines, sturdy. Over deep mahogany the walls seemed to grow on their own. It was built to hold the things they made together. His joy manifested in the many black and white photographs He'd taken which lined the walls - Strangers at the airport, at the gate, in frozen black frames. Her mystery wove the rug - Cyan, Magenta, Olive, Buttercup, Celtic knots with hidden faces. They were proud of the beauty they'd housed here. They rolled over the rug, admired the photographs, touched the walls and in doing so they touched each other. The room loved them. It took shape near the water, it was elemental in it's own right. The walls continued to grow taller than He or She could have dreamed, not even their ladders would reach the crown. The walls grew over the seasons until He could not reach high enough to hang his photographs and her rug, which was once so massive, had shrunk in comparison to the immensity of this new place. Born of two minds it held plum and level for many years and many more years before the first crack appeared on its mahogany face. He and She always meant to build the roof when the room was little and they could reach, but little more than support beams hung on it's crown, and every moment the roof-to-be grew further away. The room saw the two smaller by the day, and then not at all. The room sweat and creaked alone in the rafters and so it built itself a window, and in the winter a thick woolen curtain hung over it, but snow still fell from above. One wall sagged away from the rest, obtuse angles formed. The breeze off the water washed over the rug that lay years below and made the black frames dance until the people in the photographs rocked on their toes in embraces. It grew tall enough that it might fall over and then it leaned against something. The room made another window to see, and through the window it saw the most beautiful red brick building with a window as well, and in just the same place. And inside were lime-green walls and a soft taste of trumpets. This other room looked back and saw something as well. The room shook and rested against the building that had grown there beside it, and this new structure leaned back. They grew differently from then on - New supports formed over the dusty rafters knitting their crowns together - Decorative bay windows, facing each other - cathedral spires knotting together and gargoyles with secrets - a floor, a lime rug, pictures in dark blue frames, syncopated rhythms, two walls each, never sparing a color or complex beat, long grained mahogany, and a great red door that never closed properly. --- Colin James Hill is new to San Antonio, having just moved from Nashville, Tennessee. He has led several workshops for flash fiction and poetry and hopes to make friends with a new posse of local writers, and the dive bars that house them. He can be found on several social networks with his email: hill.colinj@gmail.com. In loving memory of Margaret Elizabeth Stolz. --- Lyle Rosdahl, a writer living in San Antonio, edits the flash fiction blog & best of in print for the Current. He created, facilitates and participates in Postcard Fiction Collaborative, a monthly flash fiction response to a photo. You can see more of his work, including photos, paintings and writing, at lylerosdahl.com. Send your flash to flashfiction@sacurrent.com.

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