(Author’s note: Getting there. Enjoy!)
© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
On Every Street
by Miles H. Rost
I turned down what used to be a busy college street, one that was full of bars, chicken shops, all the places a student in Korea would go.
I looked at how transformed it was. Gone were the karaoke houses, the pizza shops. Now it was condos, small boutiques, and a grown-up veneer.
Each place I remembered seeing Soong-Mi, gone.
Each memory of her smiling face: fading.
She went her way, I went mine. To meet one last time.
I laid a rose at her memorial, a cross on a corner. It’s her face I look for…on every street.
Took a break last week with some other stuff going on at work, so I am back (though a little late):
by Miles Rost
“Dad, was this place always filled with water?”
“No, son. This area used to be a major quarry for the local marble company.”
“Why didn’t they continue with marble here?”
“The company went out of business, son.”
“I never knew about this place, what it was.”
“That’s because it changes all the time. Everything changes after time, even you.”
“But Dad, do you think I’ll change so much to be unrecognizable?”
“You won’t be unrecognizable. People will still remember what you were, and what you are. In people’s minds, you’ll be forever young.”