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[A tiny piece, written in the new style. The individual letters in the
title’s two sets, sliding sequentially to the right or left, or up and
down, become the first letters of each word in the story.]

“Scots Wha Hae”

Scots wha hae, who have wrestled with sleeplessness, three o’clock comes
swiftly, exasperatingly, and hangs. Absent any human weight, sheet then
sinking slowly, softly, some strange wind whispering his ankle, he sensed her
spirit there. She that of old, the Scottish witch, wonderful hair an auburn
hue and eyes aquamarine, Ann’s energy spread, sweet consolation against his
ache, a haunting. “Why here, Annie?” he whispered. “Solitude seeks solitude.
Spirits seeks songs” she said. “Sing, sing to our time together of old.” How
her absence had hardened his heart, held him all too tightly against any
happiness. A’lack a Annie ten seasons since her agonizing headaches, her
weight sinking, ten seasons since the oncologists, chemotherapy, Ann’s earthly
end. A church. A cemetery. “Only twenty-seven…” Haltingly, he sang their song.
“Scots wha hae…who ha with Wallace stood…” She smiled. “That’s the one.”
Continuing on his agonized heart surrendered, sobbing softly. “Have strength,
husband. Happy Annie has seen things only celestial spirits see. Eventually,
soon Cuddy, comes our time to truly soar. Till then, taste some happiness again.
Toss out this old caber, sorrow.” Cuddy opened his heart, held himself against
her. And harmonious words where spoken ‘tween. Then towards sunrise she took
off, circled overhead teasingly. Then spiraled straight to the stars, wanting
Heaven again.

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letter sets:

SCOTSWHAHEA
EAHAHWSTOCS

[Photo: “Lochleven” by Richard Keeling.]

 

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