The Spear Cuts Through Water

by Simon Jimenez

Fathers leave in all sorts of ways. Some of them leave in the dark. Some leave only in their heads, while their bodies remain, staring at the world around them forever distantly. Others fade out over time, like an old photo rubbed raw. Many, gone in an instant.

You understand what it means for one moment to pass into another and for the world in that quick transition to take on a new blue color and weightlessness.

If only there were a way to prolong the inevitable. If only there were a way to hold a moment in your hands and keep it alive forever.

The stories are everywhere, you cannot avoid them. Every day you tell a story to yourself; the details of your day become a part of your myth.

Because you are right, this moonlit body tells you; this is indeed a love story.