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George stayed in the house a few lifetimes
past when he knew he should leave,
but this was his house, you see,
and his wife had set the table for so long,
calling out his name to her lonely suppers,
that it didn't matter who set the table anymore...
as the food was served, George simply came.
And every night at 9pm, he opened the closet
and removed some faint remembered shadow
of a gray overcoat, and walked the staircase quietly
as he faded away. A creature of habit, he never
questioned the new photographs hanging
or a different woman in the kitchen, or how
the rooms would change their colors with their chairs all rearranged... George simply knew
this was his house, and that dinner would
would be waiting, and if he left by 9pm
he could still catch that last train...
| First thing crosst my mind was dang that there is a well|
made house! And George is my kind of people knows what's important.
|| Posted on 2011-09-11 00:00:00 | by DaleP | [ Reply to This ] || We all have a little bit of George in us. We put on our overcoats every day, but they don't protect us from the elements; rather they provide us with a false sense of security. |
Another wonderful write, Runes. Once again, you have illustrated your keen understanding and insight into human nature.
|| Posted on 2011-09-02 00:00:00 | by rubie | [ Reply to This ] || I like this perspective on "life."|
We certainly are creatures of habit, and though I don't believe at all in life after death (or even reincarnation), I certainly can see that, while others do, this would bring some to question whether habitual patterns we all "perform" in our current lives might possibly continue into the "next."
I loved the line, "faint remembered shadow of a gray overcoat, and walked the staircase quietly as he faded away."
This was a delightful read...though I do feel a bit sorry for George...to have to eat so late (lol?). At my house, I serve dinner promptly at 6.
|| Posted on 2011-09-02 00:00:00 | by KimmyMim | [ Reply to This ] || I like this.|
It makes me kind of think how our routines are so embeded into our lives, that they might even follow us into death.
I like the emphasis on his house, also.
Sometimes our sense of ownership can grip us in our grave aswell.
It's funny how he clung to his routine and his house, but he paid no mind to the people around him or the different pictures. It's like George was only connected to material things, and family met nothing to George, or he would've still sought them out.
Very interesting write.
|| Posted on 2011-09-01 00:00:00 | by OneDarkFlame92 | [ Reply to This ] || Excellent, brilliant really. Poor George haunts the home he has known all his life, or at least the part of his life that truly mattered. Now, in the afterlife he simply cannot leave the place and the routine. Grab you coat George and catch the train to the Graveyard Shift.|
|| Posted on 2011-09-01 00:00:00 | by phil askew | [ Reply to This ] || this reminds me of that movie - the others |
how they existed in a world that they thought was their own. how changes went un-noticed but noticed because it was their house. how the others were the intruders and ghosts.
makes me wonder if i am a creature of habit. if and when i go, will i stay to sip my coffee and watch the sun rise still.
back atcha kid. (smile).
|| Posted on 2011-09-01 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ] || we become such creatures of habit that we become ghosts in our own lives...we might even question our own existence...or if we really make a difference...|
this kind of reminds me of Beetlejuice in a way.
ghosts don't really scare people, they are just there and get accepted...
here i see people who just fade into the background. the gray coat, old faded, the same thing he wears everyday, just like his mundane life.
and he is called for supper same time every day, his wife follows the same routine every day also, and it is also as if whether he came for supper or not wouldn't matter. she would also do the same thing every day no matter what, she the same as he, is stuck in a routine, day after day, hum drum life.
|| Posted on 2011-09-01 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] || It sounds ghoulish without belonging to horror genre. George has lived in this house for a few life times. Is he an apparition, a ghost or a nine to five routine worker who has reduced himself to a faded shadow on the wall. |
Interesting, very interesting! George is dead, metaphorically at least.
|| Posted on 2011-09-01 00:00:00 | by Kaddish | [ Reply to This ] |