What was Lost
Frank lives at 290 Short 7th Avenue
He resides in the orchards of Nantucket
Where peaches grow as big as your fist
And the juice drips like a leaky faucet
Frank clings to order
He is tidy and fastidious
He is a tax accountant arriving at work at 7:05
Departing at 5:05
He is diligent and dutiful
His grass grows to his discretion
His sheets are always ironed
And his sink is as empty as a bowl
Frank is married to Lydia
He once was enamored by her
Art and encouraged it
Now it annoyed him like a gnat
Lydia was not flamboyant
Just vivid
Her color
Left you feeling like the subject of her art
Somewhere their lives split like lightning to the tree
They lived together and separate
Willing and unwilling
Married but lost
Frank closed the door to the chaos of the world
Lydia embraced it
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Author:
Katie B. (
Online) - Published: April 12th, 2026 06:55
- Category: Short story
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Comments4
Light and dark, day and night, sun and moon these two opposites one a reflection of the other yet so separate held in orbit by the gravity of the other. Nice
Thank you, Soren!
You are most welcome
Nice story, of closeness and isolation
Thank you!
You're so welcome, Katie
They feel like they were good together, despite his foibles. 🕊️🙏🏻
Good write K.
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