March 8, 2012
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Fever
Her eyes opened, finally, and he rushed to her side. "How is the fever?" He asked. She paused, regarding him with a fond but surprised look. She had not remembered him looking so gaunt. "I believe it is gone...although the memory may haunt me for some time." He smiled without teeth and remarked "So I am free to go..." the question hanging in the air between them. She winced, still not fully recovered and said "Yes...starve a fever long enough, and it will disappear. You are free, but not forgotten." He smiled, with teeth this time, and his eyes were both sad and glad as he slowly dissolved from her mind...
Comments (5)
Fever personified?...who'da thunk it?
I'm very curious of your interpretation of the prose......I have a few interpretations of my own, but I won't insult you....
@Kellsbella - Sure. My interpretation is of that odd situation where a woman or man falls in love with a friend. The friend is now in a complicated position. They do not return the romantic love, but they care for the person. What can the loved person do? They are almost a prisoner of the other person's fever, not wanting to encourage it, but still caring for their friend. I thought the mini-story of a man waiting for a woman to stop loving him and to release him from her affection seemed like a good one.
@GreekPhysique - Good, indeed. I really dug it, particularly because it could take on so many interpretations....
But alas, the roles can be reversed with just the hope of a stubborn heart.
This is as poignant as the imagination will allow it to be...
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