Something Happened Here



Red Bank Battlefield,  National Park, NJ

He watches from this place. Where—he’s not certain, and he drifts and wanders, but never far from this spot. Something happened here, he thinks.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been here, or what was before. He notices others like him here. They nod to each other, sharing a bond. . .of some sort.

What is that sound? Oh yes, that’s called music. He thinks it’s something he used to like. I rememberyes, I used to. . . sing.

He watches as people gather. A woman dressed in black wipes her face. A small boy stands next to her holding a flag.

Something happened here, he thinks again.

And as the leaves blow and whisper in the breeze, he remembers—these memories were left here with the trees. The woman’s eyes open wide as he gently kisses her, and then disappears forever.


This is my prosery piece for my dVerse prompt, using the line “These memories were left here with the trees” from the poem “How to Write a Poem in a Time of War” by Jo Harjo.  When I walk in the park, sometimes I think memories whisper from the trees.





57 thoughts on “Something Happened Here

  1. Yes, a real Poe feel to this, with a touch of Stephen Crane. I misread your prompt, and charged off looking for some other poem to extract a line from. Yours was a perfect illustration. Come to think of it, mine was not pure fiction either. Hopefully there’s some wiggle room in the prosery parameters; it is not just flash fiction.

    • Thank you very much–I am honored you think my piece has even a bit of the feel of Poe and Crane.
      Yes, I thought the prosery was supposed to be fiction, but apparently, it simply needs to be prose.

  2. The repetition of ‘Something happened here’ is very effective, Merril, like an echo through the piece. I especially love the final paragraph, which left me with goose bumps.

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