The Fimble Wind
Brenda Anderson
That year the fimble wind blew us away. Our heads were in different spaces. Eloise came back from school and took up cross-stitching old German folk figures. Before, I don’t think she knew a needle from a pin. She wound up hanging her stitching on the wall, near the fridge. I’d never listened to anything but trance, but suddenly I besieged the music store with demands for Couperin and medieval masses. Me! I’d never set foot in a church. What was it that trembled in our souls, flipped us upside down, teased us out like silk fine enough to spin? I’ll never know. The hot, dry winds blew in from the desert and left us adrift, longing for that other, that thing we didn’t know but longed for. Martin took an ordinary kitchen chair and painted it cobalt blue. The majesty of it took our breath away.
Many years later I saw that color in stained glass windows, all those saints and gowns and holy capes. Back then the fimble wind must have blown through, too. I guess you never know when it’s coming.
BRENDA ANDERSON lives in Adelaide, South Australia. Her fiction has appeared in 10Flash Quarterly, Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine and Apocrypha & Abstractions. She loves the offbeat.
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