Where Has The Eagle Landed?

“That was awesome!” Aaron gushed as he sat down on their usual bench with the amazing view of the Penobscot River.

“Agreed,” Holly concurred as she took her seat on her end of the bench.

“I just wish I could’ve gotten better photos,” Aaron lamented as he quickly scrolled through the pics on his cell phone.

“No picture would have done it justice,” Holly countered as she sipped her coffee.  “That was the kind of thing best experienced in person.”

Aaron had to nod his agreement after giving it a moment’s thought.  Then he washed it all down with a big gulp of Snapple.

They were talking about the near religious experience they’d just shared while out on their Sunday stroll along the river.

They’d watched in awe as an eagle soared over the river, then turned directly for them, before perching in a branch high up in the tree above them.

Aaron had tried desperately to get a clear photo of the gorgeous bird, but it was well camouflaged in the branches and shadows of the tree top.

short story, flash fiction, Modern Philosopher“This is the kind of thing I had in mind when I was talking about moving to Maine,” he shared once he had put the cover back on his drink.

“You were sitting in Southern California, choking on the smog, and daydreaming about one day checking out eagles along the river with the most beautiful woman you’ve ever met?” she teased in return.

Aaron chuckled.  “Well, I don’t know about the beautiful woman part.  I was married at the time, and only had eyes for the woman who would eventually ruin my life.”

Now it was Holly’s turn to chuckle.  Talking about the ex-wife was always a touchy subject, but right now, she was more focused on the fact that Aaron hadn’t made some snarky quip about her not being beautiful.

“Good job on respecting the institute of marriage,” she congratulated him with a playful pat on the shoulder.

“One of us had to,” he quipped with a tinge of anger in his tone.  “If I’m being completely honest, though, I wasn’t daydreaming about eagles.  It was more this idea of a quiet life, close to nature, and far from traffic and smog.”

“So how did you end up in this neck of the woods?” Holly questioned.  “There are far more remote areas of Maine you could have chosen for the quintessential cut off from the rest of civilization experience.”

“I have to blame my marriage again,” Aaron replied with a shrug.  “I wanted to move to the middle of nowhere, but she vetoed the idea with the logic that such places were where people got murdered in Stephen King novels.”

Holly laughed so hard that she almost spilled her coffee.

“You were living in Los Angeles at the time, and had been living in New York prior to that,” she recapped for those at home who might not be up to date with Aaron’s previous living arrangements.  “And she was worried she was going to get murdered in Maine?”

Aaron simply nodded in response.  No words were necessary.

short story, humor, Modern Philosopher“And you were together with this burst of sunshine for how long?” she asked.

He punched her playfully in the leg.  “Let’s not awaken those ghosts.”

“Yeah, because that’s how people get murdered in Stephen King novels,” Holly shot back without hesitation, but with the largest smile she could fit on her beautiful face.

Aaron rolled his eyes and took a long sip of Snapple.

“I should’ve done a little more research on Mainers before my move,” he admitted.  “I didn’t realize the natives were such wise asses.”

Before she could reply, the eagle appeared in the sky high above them.  They forgot about everything else, and simply watched the majestic creature soar above them…

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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13 Responses to Where Has The Eagle Landed?

  1. kristianw84 says:

    I’m so jealous of all this eagle watching! What an amazing experience that must have been!

  2. davidprosser says:

    The eagle saved the day. No naughty words get spoken.
    Hugs

  3. Ocean Bream says:

    The description sounds amazing. Really enjoyed reading this 🙂

  4. markbialczak says:

    I really do enjoy my eagle on the lake moments here, Austin, so I can relate. Good installment this weekend, sir.

  5. beth says:

    An eagle sighting is powerful

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