I Can’t

It was a good night. She made it outside, walking on her own. The air was mild and smelled of cut grass. Omar put music on and they swayed gently together under the big oak tree. Then it was over. She fell to the ground. “I can’t,” she said, and he knew it was true. Later, when she’d rested, he’d help her back to bed.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

3 thoughts on “I Can’t”

  1. Six days have passed and yet I can’t believe that my friend of 30 years has passed away. It was fast and God was merciful to her. I fervently prayed for her to be spared any suffering or pain and my prayers were answered. She’s one with the universe now and it brings to mind one beautiful quote of Maya Angelou: “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

  2. I can’t move , I have to stand at this place . My maid’s orders . She is mopping the floor , and has switched on the fan at an aggressive speed , to dry the floor. At temperatures in single digits , this is nothing sort of penance in a tropical country as ours.

    I am frozen , literally, on the balcony , with the newspaper in hand , all a-flutter with sensational gossip and dismal statistics.

    I learn two things today . One that when I walk , I leave an ugly footprint in my wake , something like a flash mob dance of black smudges on the floor , two, that I drag my right foot on the floor with each step , leaving a ribbon of black smudge on Manju’s pristine tiled floor.

    Two revelations , both ugly, both about the self. Enlightening.

  3. I can’t.
    Move
    Think
    React
    Feel
    Care.
    Oddly, I can still dream. In colour. Techni- f – color – to use the Am.E spelling
    The detail is lucid, real, inexplicable. Yet somehow it surges me back into Life. 7 days of ‘can’t’ becomes ‘ ok, maybe I can…a little’…u
    The impossibility of modal can’t reluctantly accepts the possiblity can presents. Thank you. Could have, would have, should haves, fall away… One good day outweighs six of the worst.
    Modal verbs of possibility are akin to a whole new avenue of possibility!
    Now….the question is….CAN You?

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