Contest #102 shortlist ⭐️

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Fiction Sad Inspirational


Sorrow is like snow.

Cold molecules that fall from the sky.

And flow into your soul. Then slowly melt and dissipate,

Only to return and chill you again. And again. 

From Canada,

A cold front had migrated south,

Leaving the earth under a soft quilt of snow. 

It was the edge of seasons,

Near the end of winter.

Around two on a Sunday afternoon.

The sun had warmed the land and the pavement was dry,

But it was still icy in the shadows and you had to keep an eye out.

I was on a two-lane road, a winding route mostly empty of travelers this time of year. 

My mind was drifting when my phone buzzed. I pulled it from my pocket.

It was Jasmine. This time I decided to answer. Slowing down,

I began looking for a safe place to pull over.

I’d taken off about two weeks earlier.

Left Portland to get some air,

And give Jasmine

Some space.

She was driving me crazy – and I her.  

“Uh, hello?” I said.

“Dad, where are you? When are you coming home?”

Right to the point, as always. I like that about her. Take no prisoners.

I looked over at the map spread out on the passenger seat.

“Well, dear, I’m in eastern Oregon.”

“Where exactly in eastern Oregon?” In my mind I saw her roll her eyes.

“Just a minute.”

I turned onto a snowy road

That led down to a lake and stopped

By a gate that blocked a closed campground.  

“Okay, at the moment, I’m driving around a lake north of Baker City,

East of the Wallowa Mountains. And I don’t know when I’m coming home.”

“I wish you’d let me know where you are. Why haven’t you answered my messages?”

“I’ve been on some back roads. Cell service is spotty out here.”

In truth, I just didn’t feel like talking to her. Or anyone.

I craved silence. Open spaces. Anonymity.  

“Where you staying tonight?” she said.

I had the location circled

On the map.  

“I’ve rented a cabin at

Brownlee Reservoir near Hells Canyon.

I’m headed there now. You’d love it out here, Jas.”

It was all true, except the last part. She would’ve hated it.

Jas is a creature of the city, born and bred.

In Montana years ago she said,

“I don’t get it.

What’s go great about the outdoors?

There’s bugs and bears and bees … and I’m not goin’ on your stupid hike!”

It dumbfounded me. “Whose daughter are you?” I inquired. 

I remember her mother didn’t like my joke.

I couldn’t understand Jasmine.

But I’d long ago

Given up trying to open

Her eyes and make her realize

What incredible wonders are all around outside.

“Where’d you stay last night?” she asked.

For a moment, I couldn’t remember.

I’m not good at answering

Questions under the gun.

I made something up. 

“Burns.” 

“And before that?”

“Bandon.” Another name plucked from the map.

“And the night before that I was at Fort Rock. Slept in the car.”

I knew Jasmine wouldn’t call me on it. She had no idea where these spots were. 

“You know you shouldn’t be driving out there alone,” she said.

“I’m fine. This cabin I’m going to is supposed to be nice.”

“Could you find a more isolated place?”

“It's peaceful. Nobody around.

The snow on

The trees and lake. It’s beautiful.

Good place to get away from it all.”

“Get away? From what?”

You have nothing to get away from, Dad.

You have to accept that mom is gone. It’s been over a year.”

The familiar ache returned. How I miss her. Like a limb removed.

Her incomprehensible death had knocked me around the bend and made me resent

People who take life, and love, for granted. Like I did.

“Get away from what, dad?”

Jasmine kept on, cornering me.

I didn’t answer.

To be honest, what I was getting away from was myself.

I was tired of what I’d become. A lifeless loser, watching TV all day, wanting to be left alone. 

“Dad, please come home.”

“I will, dear. Don’t worry.” 

“You’re getting really forgetful.

You know that, right? Ever since mom … you’ve gone downhill.”

“I know, but I’m okay. Really. How are you?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

Her tone was an octave higher. It reminded me of her mother. 

“Yes, Jasmine, I’m listening to you.”

“You’re getting worse, Dad.”

“No, I’m not.

I just don’t understand you, and it drives me crazy.” 

“That’s right – you don’t understand me! I wish you would.”

I felt my ire rise but clenched my jaw and kept quiet. Jasmine is a worrier. It’s her nature.

She can’t help it and I know the feeling. I’m worried, too – about her. The choices she’s making. We’re flipsides of the same coin. It’s unfathomable to me how your own blood

Can be so much like you – and yet so different. 

She wants me to stay close to home,

Instead of road-tripping around.

I fight her on it.

That and other things.

Like her job, which I think she should quit.

I know she could get a better one. We’re a lot alike when

We argue and I hate to admit, it often feels good to get into it with her. 

“I want this to be your last road trip,” she said. “I’m taking the keys when you get back.”

“Well, I wouldn’t get your hopes up. Nope. I am fine and I am NOT giving up

Driving and I will go anywhere I goddamn please, understand?”

There was a long pause and then a sniff and I wondered

If she was crying. That didn’t stop me. 

“Knock if off, Jasmine.

You are gonna have to TRUST me

And let ME be the judge of what I can and cannot do!

I’m telling you I am fine! Now quit worrying and get off my back.”

I heard her breathing in a broken pattern and I wanted to reach out and hug her.     

And then, through the frosted car window, I saw some dark figures moving out on the lake.

Stark shapes on a brilliant white blanket of downy snow. I rolled down the window.

It was a herd of elk. About thirty it seemed,

Including several young ones

With their mothers.

They were huddled together,

Walking slowly across the frozen lake.  

“You’re gonna get lost, you know,” Jasmine said.

“Die on some dead-end road out of gas or something. Mom was right. You’re reckless.” 

Leading the herd was a bull with a candelabra of a rack that spread like the branches of an oak.

“Wow, you should see this,” I said.

The herd followed closely as the bull steadily moved forward,

Nose down as if smelling the water, or fish, beneath the ice.

I reached behind my seat and grabbed my binoculars.

One hand held the phone to my ear,

The other brought the binocs to my eyes.

I got out of the car and began walking through the snow toward the lake.

The air was crystalline and smelled of pine.

“See what?” she said. “What is it?”

I didn’t say anything.

“Dad!”

Suddenly, the bull stopped,

Threw his head back, and looked at the rest of the herd. 

In a snap came a sharp crack, like an ice tray. At first I thought – rifle shot.

But I saw no one anywhere. No elk had been hit. And then I saw the ice under the middle of the Herd buckle, and I saw a dark fissure open in the snow. One of the smallest elk slipped

And its forelegs went into the crevice. Its mother bent down to her young one

And the ice broke beneath her, and in a second the mama was 

Into the breach, ice chunks around her,

Eyes frantic as she struggled to

Keep her head up.

Jasmine spoke.

“Dad, dad,

Would you please say something?” 

All I could muster was, “Oh my god, no.”    

I looked up and down the bank but nobody was around.

Not a bird made a sound. The bull elk reversed course and started

Running back toward the elk that had fallen through, and as he got to the hole,

The ice under the herd split and the snow parted and each animal,

One by one, sunk into the dark. Gutteral sounds I’ve never heard 

Reverberated across the lake. I took my binocs from my eyes

To see for real. I couldn’t comprehend what I saw.

An entire herd of elk was sinking

Into a snowy lake on a

Peaceful, glorious,

Sunday afternoon.

Raising the binocs,

I tightened the focus. 

“Dad, I need you to come back.

I’m moving. I found an apartment. I can’t live at home anymore.”

I could barely hear what she was saying. The elk all tried to swim but there was nowhere to go.

Hemmed in by the ice, up to their necks, they couldn’t get out.

“Can you please say something?” 

“I can’t,” I said, and hung up.

I was speechless.

Thunderstruck by the sight of the 

Lake swallowing the herd in front of me. 

The bull was the last to succumb. He thrashed his regal,

Antlered head back and forth in the dark water, kicking his legs to stay above the surface.

A fog of hot air rose from his flaring nostrils. Then, he turned in my direction, and I felt he could See me. My knees buckled. I yelled, “Help! The elk are drowning!”

But my words dissolved in the air like bubbles.  

In minutes, the whole herd was gone.

Young and old,

An extended family,

A tribal community, wiped out,

Leaving nothing but ripples and a memory that will someday fade away.          

Moments later I got back in the car. On my phone I looked up Oregon Fish and Wildlife.

I called and left a brief account of what I’d witnessed – thirty some elk falling into a frozen lake and vanishing. Then I backed up onto the highway,

And drove on in the direction of the cabin.   

At the first bend of the road,

In a shadow,

I hit

Some black ice

And slid into the oncoming lane, headed toward the lake.

My heart skipped, but I was able to turn into the skid and stay on the blacktop.

As I emerged back into the sun and picked up speed, I rolled down all the windows and let the indifferent molecules of life flow through. I shivered and felt a crack somewhere inside.

I thought, I need to remember this. Because this was something. A moment of clarity.   

I looked at the lake, to the dark hollow where all the elk had disappeared.

The black hole was almost covered over by ice and snow.

It dawned on me that you never know

When life will no longer hold.

You sense it before

You see it.     

Before I had gone a mile,

I slowed to the side of the road,

Checked the rearview, and made a u-turn.

By midnight I was at our door, hugging Jasmine,

Drowning in sorrow no more.

Or at least until the

Next snow.



July 10, 2021 03:51

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Tom Vandel
00:42 Jul 20, 2021

Thank you for the comments, everyone - and for reading it through. Best to all.

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Babika Goel
14:45 Jul 18, 2021

It dawned on me that you never know When life will no longer hold, lovely.

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Eliza Entwistle
19:01 Jul 20, 2021

Wonderful story! For me, the lake kind of symbolized his troubles, and seeing that happening to the elk made him realize that he didn't want to slip all the way in. You have such a poetic way of writing! Well done, sad and yet happy, perhaps another winner :)

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22:29 Jul 17, 2021

This is a great read, I love your unusual style, it forces me to read slowly and think about the meaning in every line. You do capture sorrow brilliantly in this piece. I really felt for the elk. If you're looking for any crit I'd only say a couple of things. The first thing I noticed is that the opening line is a simile not a metaphor, I think you were going for a metaphor there to hit the prompt. But I wouldn't change it, it's beautiful. I think you have a typo here: "What’s go great about the outdoors?" Go, instead of so. I did spot ...

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Tom Vandel
00:39 Jul 20, 2021

Thank you, Katherine! Good eye for those proofing comments. I will fix them. Appreciate you reading it so closely!

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02:06 Jul 26, 2021

Very gripping story. Great visuals.

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Milicent Kaimuru
16:05 Jul 24, 2021

omg this was so so nice, I loved how you used the show don't tell aspect. Showing how he's not paying attention to his daughter but looking at the lake instead. I loved the symbolism. I liked how you wrote it line by line, this made me tear up. Amazing work

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Shea West
02:24 Jul 24, 2021

I'm a PNW'er living in Oregon, so this was lovely to read about places that are very familiar to me. I love that the elk falling into the lake was completely unexpected. It was devastating though, and metaphorical for the father's loss. Congrats on your shortlist! Second submission and you're really coming in hot!

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Amanda Lieser
22:03 Jul 23, 2021

This story read like such a beautiful poem. I love that you wrote about the cold in July! I genuinely felt cold reading this story and the twist broke my heart. I really liked how you captured the main character’s family and juxtaposed it against the elk community. Thank you for writing this story and congratulations on getting short listed.

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Keya Jadav
09:09 Jul 23, 2021

Hi Tom, I am Keya, your Critique Circle partner and I am really glad I read your story. I am just new at reedsy and seems like I got a lot to learn! I am really happy great writers like you are here to motivate the ones willing to improve. I love the unusual way of representing the story. Keep Writing!

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23:47 Jul 22, 2021

love it, tom. <3

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Mike Henry
08:35 Jul 21, 2021

Another great story, Tom. You have a big fan here!

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Kendi Karimi
07:30 Jul 19, 2021

Just wow! A wonderful story. I especially like the first paragraph, how the story starts. Brilliant work 👏🏽

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Babika Goel
13:08 Jul 18, 2021

Nice read.

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18:25 Jul 12, 2021

Loved this. The sorrow came through, slowly but surely. Another winner of a tale.

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