And There They Are by M. Taggart

Flash Fiction Published!

Thanks to Terveen, Editor of MasticadoresIndia, I’m thrilled to share my flash fiction, And There They Are.

When you have a moment, please visit the publication and read the story. Thanks everyone!

MasticadoresIndia // Editora: Terveen Gill

The black and white image of a tables inside a restaurant with a partial view of a wine glass and glass of water
Image Courtesy: M. Taggart

“Now, with that?”

“I’ll go with what my sorry wants.”

“And again with power of persuasion?”

She stroked her glass of wine. Often she felt alone.

“It’s what I see when I walk.”

“What are we going to do though? Really?”

“I’m going to pay and leave. You can stay here.”

The waiter came, heard, and walked away.

Outside the birds knew nothing about this. The
speech died and liberty was machine like.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“I know. Thank you.”

“Can it not end?”

The sun was there.

“Why should it be here?”

Her wine glass worried.

He left.

She smiled. The trees. The wind.
The waiting was over. The sun knew.
And he walked.

-M. TAGGART

Matt Taggart is a loving husband, father, and author of the award-winning short story, ‘Bodies In The Basement’. Visit to read more of his thoughts and writing.

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Poem Up! #The Confused Parallel

Written by -M. Taggart
Published- MasticadoresUSA

The Confused Parallel

He couldn’t catch his breath. His words
were spinning in his mind with such ferocity
he was unable to calm himself as he began to
shake. He was sure he could see his words
on the ceiling. He pulled his body together,
clamped his knees to his chest, and rocked
while trying to make as little noise as possible.
She was asleep next to him. Her beautiful black
hair lay along the side of her face, nestled softly
onto her pillow, splashing a blackness so peaceful,
just around her head as a halo might linger for
a moment longer when the harboring light is willing
to have it. This light was not for him. 

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Please visit the link below to read the full poem. ‘See’ you there!

Thanks everyone, and of course- Thank you, Gabriela!

Matt

Poem

And I see you looking back
walking underneath yourself
While trust waits
Sometimes a five year old
has the most confidence
and why shouldn’t they
and why should we

It’s as if the five year old
has a soul

an infinite soul

-M. Taggart

when it hits, I write

i’m so sorry i’m so behind. I see you.

Poem

I drive by this cemetery once a week.
For nearly two years I’ve been telling
myself to stop and take a photo.
I found myself pulling over and
getting out of my truck on the anniversary
of my Father’s death.
It was time. The weather was nice.
Leaves were falling and the sun was out.
It was slightly damp and I could smell
the sweetness of the trees readying for
the oncoming winter by shedding their
seeds. Some of these seeds will be eaten.
Some will nestle into the earth and cover
themselves deep enough to live again.
Even though my father was buried a
few hundred miles from where I stood,
I could feel him with me. I believe he
knew what I was doing and why I had
finally stopped to take this photograph.
It’s my belief that to live this life without
fear, you must not be afraid of death.
I believe that the famous line, The Truth
Shall Set You Free, is directly tied to this.
I think it’s no coincidence that I repeatedly
told my father that I will not live in fear,
before having realized exactly what that
meant to me.

No wonder I love leaves.

-M. Taggart