Jane looks at the lonely pine in the back of “her” back yard, remembering her Great-Great-Aunt Lou, who used to sit beneath a similar pine in fair weather, contentedly reading her Bible or Thoreau with a magnifying glass, ignoring everyone’s warnings about the thousands, surely thousands, of black widows back there. How carefree and safe childhood was, looking back!
Wouldn’t it be fun if she could somehow string this backyard pine with fairy lights? But no, that’s not what her life is now, not in this house that’s not even hers, it’s just where she hides, an otherwise homeless squatter.
She shouldn’t waste what battery life she has on her laptop, but she clicks on YouTube anyway, opening the clip of that hilarious dead Norwegian Blue, pining for the fjords. Everybody just wants to go home.
This is a vignette from The Life and Times of Jane Doe, this week’s Six Sentence Stories installment for Ivy’s blog hop. More fun Sixes are here.
When I think of pining, I always think of Monty Python’s dead parrot.