After it ended, I couldn’t figure out how to return to normal. I couldn’t remember what normal was, what I’d done with myself, how I’d spent my time. It seemed my life had started and ended when I enlisted. My head was full of images that wouldn’t leave me alone. Getting through each day was a mysterious dance with ghosts. I looked at those around me for a clue as to what normal life . . .
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…A month’s worth of mail was immediately visible on the dining room table. Air carrying the scent of our home wafted through the house as if the house itself were breathing a sigh of relief. Our worldwide travels were over. Our life (not a bad life – just ordinary) would return to normal.
The restaurant was small and bustling, with cozy lighting and tables positioned close enough to one another that you could feel connected to your fellow human beings. It was exactly what she needed.
“Thanks for bringing me here.”
“I thought of you when I first came here. What you said last time you came back from… one of these things, about how hard it was to return to normal…”
Uncertainty, stress, loss and hard times
are things we understand. Drama.
But to return to normal means to return to…
what?
A place where nothing happens?
Where every day is just like the last one?
Where everyone speaks kindly, and babies
never cry?
I think I’ll take abnormal.
It seems more normal to me.
The world renewed
Survivors of the nuclear war woke up from aeons of stasis.
Seeing the renewed world some thought of what they could own or eat. Eyeing naked bodies others thought yummy or gosh. Anger remained strong but some grew indifferent. One knew best.
The Devil smiled at the return to normal