historiette (ee-stor-ee-ette) noun, feminine
: short story
synonyme: nouvelle, récit
A Day in a French Life... by Kristin Espinasse
Last night I dialed up Mexico and listened as Mom picked up the phone at the other end of the jungle. I felt grateful to hear her voice and immediately asked whether she would like to hear about the fictional nouvelle that I had begun.
Mom was game. Only, as I heard myself recount the historiette (involving a senile goat that wears recycled espadrilles), I realized--before Mom even suggested it--that I still wasn't addressing the muse... or was it that the muse wasn't addressing me?... or rather neither of us was "addressing" but rather "a-skirting". Quite simply put, we were, both of us, the muse and I, conveniently and once again skirting the heart's history. Whether or not skirts were involved is beside the point. Let's see, is there a point?
I think you use humor to deflect, Mom pointed out, in so many mom-wise words. Underneath the guise of comedy, lie your profound stories.
I offered a few stuttered yah-yahs your right about thats. Mom was unconvinced. That is when she reminded me of a line she had just heard in a movie, words that stirred her heart, and maybe they would stir up my own in time to share a few true lines.
"You are God's Muse"
"You are God's muse," Mom said, quoting the film. She left enough silence for the words to find feeling in my mind. We are God's muse....
Later that night, after the house had fallen to sleep, I somewhat reluctantly put my espadrille-shoed chevre aside, reassuring myself that the story could be told another time. I thought of Mom's words:
"Remember, you are God's muse. Just fire up that computer, put your hands over that keyboard and LET IT RIP!"
I opened a new window on my computer screen. I took a sip of coffee, staring for a thoughtful while at the proverbial blank page. Finally, I typed in the title of my story. My throat tightened followed by a stinging in the eyes. Closing them, I felt wet lashes.
I looked up at what I had typed: only a word, only a heading. The title read "Naked".
Next, I closed the word document and shut off the computer. I walked down the quiet hall to the bedroom, where I changed into my pajamas. I can't sleep without them.
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