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Historical Fiction

Fiction by Michael Trocchia

Part One

Historically, there is wind, a hand for a weapon, floods and sacrifice, a woman carried off against her will. There are shared meals, a road leading away from home, troops and treaties, debts unpaid. Historically, this all remains just on the other side of a river.

Above history, there is hope and repetition, fate roaring like an engine left in the air.

We could pick out a name and that name would pick out a man and that man could take the morning and afternoon and the afternoon and evening and pick out an idea of history and it would be a battle song taken apart on the table for anyone who’s lost the heart to sing, for anyone whose hands are bruised from burying some past.

He has heard the song quietly unfold from himself like a clean apron taken from the drawer, this man masked as a butcher and this butcher masked as a historian, a messenger, as a man come into the house to find a woman. Historically, this man could grow into any of the masks of these men.

He has seen a litany of names rain down around him and flood the floors that son after son after son first crawled on. He has seen his father’s mirror filling with names from the sky, with names from the river; and he has seen pain spilling out—lily after lily after lily floating through the living room.

If there was time, he could tell us about a war now older than a son sent off to fight it. If there was time, there’d be enough war to fill the hole of it with the whole of his death. But there is no time, no whole, only history in the making, that and a boot shaken out from the trees, that and a man limping the way home.

Part Two

The butcher’s apron has been laid out for us like a tablecloth. Let us not forget, says the historian sliding his book across the length of the tablecloth, until it reaches the end where each of us now sits and stabs a fork into what’s still raw in the world.

Let us not forget that this is the book of hands, says the historian, winded and wounded in the way others have been winded and wounded, with one hand on the book and the other placed over a hole in his chest. Each of us has a hand in it, reads every next sentence of the book. Each of us has a weapon to lay down.

And let us not forget that thought is itself a weapon, he says taking out a timepiece. Thought can cut clean through an age, an era, a piece of peopled time, just like that, all the way through to a single memory on the other side of the river. We’ve only to think of yesterday for the man shot dead today.

We could look back from now and pick out any man we see wading in the river, any man singing his heart out long ago, from centuries past, and watch him abandon his battles and suffer and stiffen in a song we try and try to sing him through.

If there was time, there’d be enough song to fill the hole of it with the whole of his life. But there is no time, no whole, only history in the making, that and a boot floating downriver, that and a man washed up along the rocks.

The song goes something like it did before, that the boot belonged to a man masked as a messenger, masked as a man carrying what’s left of a man toward a woman, a man shot dead before growing into his father’s face.

 

 

Michael Trocchia lives in the Shenandoah Valley. He is author of Unfounded (FutureCycle Press) and The Fatherlands (Monkey Puzzle Press). His work has appeared in journals such as Baltimore Review, Black Sun Lit, The Boiler, Tarpaulin Sky, and Negative Capability Press. Mortals in the Making is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. 

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