Day of Night

Day of Night

A Story by Treo LeGigeo
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There's something in the air today.

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There's something in the air today.

It's not fun, it's not light, not filled with the giggling of children and rustling of costumes that characterised the second last night. It isn't lit by the glow of paper lanterns and burning pumpkins, or sweetened by wafting scent of candy. It simply sits, floating, slithering, spreading, weaving between gathered families and solitary figures and idle passersby alike.

It makes me remember. Remember warm days and passionate nights, bright mornings and soft smiles. Remember hopes, dreams, possibilities.

"...never thought I'd be this happy..."
    "...will you marry me?..."
         "...think I've finally found my place..."
              "...I love you..."
                   "...don't ever let anything change us, please..."
                        "...forever."


And, just for a second, it makes me forget. Just for a second it wipes from my mind the memories of cold hospital waiting rooms and empty reassurances. It banishes, however temporarily, the ever-present phantom stench of sterile beds, and silences the never-ending echo of a flatlining monitor.

"...there's been an accident..."
    "...you can't go into the surgery room..."
         "...it's a difficult procedure..."
              "...we've established stability, but only just..."
                   "...they're doing all they can, please..."
                        "...I'm sorry."


It teases the border between an itch in the mind and a physical heaviness on the wind. It flits like an insect, making itself known with a flutter of wings only to vanish before its presence can truly be determined. And it tells a tale, of life and loss, of things not yet gone but not entirely there. For as long as I stand amid the cooling breeze and it's hidden berth I can never really feel it clearly, and I never will.

There's something in the air today. It's a cloud of memories, sad, happy, of regret, of promise. But it's not quite thin enough to drift into my heart, and it's never thick enough to carry me away.

© 2013 Treo LeGigeo


Author's Note

Treo LeGigeo
Written on an overnight plane ride on my Ipod. Apologies for typos.

Idea from a November/December holiday contest. I chose All Souls' Day, November 2nd, which celebrates those who have died but still remain on Earth (following All Hallows' Evening on October 31st and All Saints' Day on November 1st).

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Your style of writing here is beautiful. I loved how the part in italics told so much of the story, and how the last lines in each both said so much. I enjoyed that part about it being like a flutter, so fleeting.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Your writing style is of its own. Very nice. Thanks for the write. Cheers :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


This is absolutely beautiful, honestly I don't even know what to say. I love the whole something-there-but-just-out-of-reach feeling this gives.

Posted 7 Years Ago


An amazing exploration of the meaning of a less-known night, heartbreaking and haunting. Absolutely swept me away.

Posted 7 Years Ago


You have really outdone yourself here. I think this is one of my faves. I can't even think of what to type because the details are still hammering away at my brain.

Posted 7 Years Ago


I loved the juxtaposition of poetry and prose, and the images. The way you arranged the poetic sections, the dialogue, also made it feel like a leaf in the wind some how.

Posted 7 Years Ago


I also love the last line. It ties the story together for me. I like your style and the way us use your words.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Really nice writing. You have a smooth readable style and have made some really nice word choices. This is some of the best prose I've read on this site.

A quick note about the last phrase of your first paragraph: "and idle passer-byers alike." It looks like you've taken some artistic license with your hyphenated use of "passer-byers." I often do this with hyphens in my own writing (and it can be quite fun). It's like I'm saying, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. It's not exactly a word, but I'm an artist and this is my piece and I'm using it because I like the way it sounds. So if you don't like it, you can go take a hike!" However, if this was not your intent (and if we want to be really nitpicky), I'm almost positive that the correct form of the word is "passersby." Once again, great piece and keep up the good work.

Posted 7 Years Ago


I like this. It's vague enough to let each individual reader apply their own take on it, yet it still has those specifics that we all know. The partial quotes are what does it. Me personally, I have a friend who's a nurse, so the partials about accident, surgery, difficult procedure, etc., all mean something to me. Last line is fantastic. And you wrote this on a plane? Cool. All I ever do on a plane is order more booze.

Posted 7 Years Ago


I love this great write!

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on January 26, 2012
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Treo LeGigeo
Treo LeGigeo

Sydney, NSW, Australia



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