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March 12, 2022 - "In the Waiting Line" by Zero 7

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Song: In The Waiting Line

Artist: Zero 7, Sophie Barker

Album: Simple Things

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One of the things I love most about writing is when a song comes along that inspires me to write a story. Whether it is fiction or nonfiction, that song will trigger a memory and ignite the story. This happened with "In the Waiting Line" by Zero 7.

Below is the unfinished flash essay inspired by this song.


“The Waiting Line”

A single bead of water, warm in the summer air, slowing streams down the window, gray in the overcast sky. It reflects in the puddle accumulating under its path, a decent into bitterness. Yet, it leads a clean path behind it, shimmering in its joy of a clean path.

I am standing in the waiting line, waiting for my turn to confess my morning sins to the barista as she prepares elixirs of absolution. She is returns to the counter. White shirt, black apron trimmed in yellow, hair pulled up into a papal mitre. Time to confess my sins.

“What may I get you today,” she asks in the calmness of seas quietened.

“A dark roast please, the darkest you have,” I answer.

“Room for cream and sugar?”

“No, just black.”

Her eyes lift to mine, locked in. Pressing, she asks, “just black?”

“Yes, just black. Black and bitter like my soul.”

A chuckle and a nod. “Sounds like your soul needs some healing,” she says as she pours the piping hot elixir into a mug and hands it to me. “Go forth and drink thee Salvation.”

I sit alone at the table next to the window, hands cupping the mug for its warmth. My dear friend is gone, lost from this world, taken too soon. It was sudden, unexpected. It leaves me with a bitterness that festers in the dark places of my heart. I cannot let it take over though. The demon within can never be unleashed.

A single, warm tear begins its slow decent down my face, through the gray forest of my beard. In the reflection of the mug I see its trail, leaving a shimmer of a joyful memory in its wake.

I look at my watch. 30 minutes until the next waiting line.

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