One Shoe Diaries

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J u l i e  S h a p i r o
Jen-Zen and the
The lavender blossomed when they made love. He closed his
eyes and saw purple all around, the purple fields, where the
dreams still lived.

He thought.

No, don’t go there. You have clients and a Grandma whose
days are limited. Stay in the moment, that’s what the self help
book said. But, if I go back to the memories, maybe I’ll
understand that Leanne was right that Jen-Zen was a stoner.
What difference would that truth make? An answer, the self-
help book said, is a step towards closure, towards letting go.
But I don’t want to. Damn it! Just try and remember.

I promise it’ll be the last time for a while, then I’ll go visit
Grandma and get her something real nice, but first I need to
see Jen-Zen.

He opened his eyes and swept the sand into a pile and stared
at it. Insight came: to know the sand is to know Jen-Zen.
Brad went inside, tracking in sand from
the beach. Bending down to pick up  a  
grain  of  sand   by  the  entryway,  he  
smelled  a  familiar  scent –  lavender –
not understanding how the smell came
in the house.

He  recalled  how  Jen - Zen’s  hair
smelled like lavender and seaweed
when she came in  from the ocean.
Library addition reading for all ages!