The Dead Poet’s Parade


We lay in bed. It is a nice day, the first day to merit being called nice in seven months.

“It is a nice day,” Y says, nodding to the world that lays just past the end of the bed. I look to where she motions. It is my apartment; cold, abnormal. I put my arms around her.


A noise climbs into bed with us. Drums, then a trumpet. Y gets up. I reach out for her, but she has passed from this world into the next. She goes and sits in the window.

“Weird,” she says, looking out. The trumpet and drums have made friends with a bassoon. I get up, the floor is cold. I walk over and look out, past her. A crowd has gathered.

A dead poet has been brought back to life.

“Kharms,” Y tells me.

“Haven’t read him.”

She shrugs.

His head is bloated and gray. He is wearing a top-hat. A pipe hangs out of his mouth. He dances down the street. People clap. The band starts playing “You are My Sunshine” in Jazz style.

I go to the kitchen to make tea. When I get back, the crowd has grown. The Dead Poet Kharms is waving his left hand to the tune. A finger falls off. Someone from the crowd picks it up and stuffs it in their pocket, a girl, a souvenir.

We drink our tea and watch. At some point the man from the mart who sells me lamb sees us. He waves. I wave back.

I don’t recognize the song when it starts to rain. The crowd flakes away. The Poet’s hat falls off, taking half his face with it. The band leads him back to his grave, arm over drummer. The bassoonist carries his hat.

Y sighs. “That was weird.”

She places her tea onto the coffee table, half drunk. She heads back to bed. I close the window and join her.
** just as a bonus for today so that you all don’t think I’ve actually lost my mind:

Author: Flash-365

Author Benjamin Davis and artist Nikita Klimov created one story and one picture each day for one year. In May 2018 they published their first book, The King of FU

22 thoughts

    1. haha yes, sorry for the weird. But also, yeah these are the stories that have Y’s character in them – The Party of Today, Soldier Boy, Fruitless Cereal and a Couple Bydlos, A head full of fish, Those Summer Nights, Terrorism With a bit of Arugula, and Smile Baby

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      1. I never thought, that your stories are nonsense. They are very interesting and I will go on reading and trying to understand, although it is a hard job…; )….but it is the most beautiful job for me doing in internet. O.K. in memorizing places ( maybe memorizing happenings also), I´m really bad….so I will not be able to locate your Photo….even if I have an idea…: )

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      2. hahaha, noooo, the photo for this post…well it could be everywhere in the world. But the scene is strange aswell…..


      3. haha yeah. I thought it would be entertaining to show people. Also it makes it more interesting for people to not always be sure whether the things that happen are real or not. Sometimes they are, sometimes not. But you’d be surprised how close some of my stories are to the reality of the situation.

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