Fiction — June 1, 2011 15:42 — 4 Comments

The Freedom Of Silence – James Brantingham

I tossed the remaining potato chips on the ground near my van. The sudden seagull stood guard nearby and said “quack quack.” That’s where this story started: I was intrigued by his opening observations. Seagulls are well known for their sleep shattering screeches and less for their more subtle quacks. This gray crumb beggar, this bi-avian polymultiomniphage definitely said, “quack quack.” He/she (I don’t know the difference, and I’m not sure they know without checking) quacked twice, just like a duck.

In an effort at inter-species cordiality, I echoed, “quack quack” back to the seagull. Fortunately, no one overheard this little Dr. Doolittle dialog. I don’t think anyone was listening.

I was enjoying lunch near the Ballard Locks. I was reading Sandor Marai’s most excellent “Memoir of Hungary” and had read a few passages in which Marai writes that the reason he must leave his Russian occupied native land is because he has lost the freedom of silence. That’s an interesting idea: He would be forced to write or speak the party line rather than remain silent and ‘write for his desk drawer.’ So I explained this concept to my new-found feathered friend.

The seagull, sideways eyeing his snack, succinctly said, “quack quack.” I could not determine whether he agreed with Sandor Marai on the issue of one’s freedom to remain silent (or lack of that same freedom) or whether he wanted me to move my van away from his potato chips.

Two sincere quacks from a solitary seagull are a modest improvement over the glassy eyes and low moan that would have met my Marai remarks in most pubs. Those attempts usually screech to an uncomfortable silence immediately followed by the emergency “Did you see the game today?” Or, “It certainly was cold today for it being spring.”

I depart quietly and quickly.

Bio:

James Brantingham bucked hay in the Rogue River Valley, worked the pear orchards of Medford, poured concrete in the Colorado mountain towns, framed houses in Colorado Springs and Spokane. Remodeled much of the Pike Place Market and now manages a marine navigation software company. Studied Latin and medieval literature at Gonzaga in Spokane. Published poems, translations and short stories in publications such as Crab Creek Review and ZYZZYVA. Two online magazines, Glossolalia and The Monarch Review, have published short fiction and poetry. His Seattle Small Books Company published three short books and will soon release the fourth, “Traveling Light”. Two sons and two grandchildren light his life.

4 Comments

  1. Lori says:

    How about them Mariners? Another good one Jim. A few pubs enjoy their “quacky” regulars.

  2. J Gilpin says:

    WONDERFUL story. Now I’ve just put the Marai book on my list, too. another great recommendation from a wise — and funny — seagull. Who knew Seagulls were so articulate!!!

  3. Susan Chesney says:

    Excellent. You made a seagull quack and it worked perfectly!

  4. Lori Thiele-Stewart says:

    I’ve been talking to a cedar tree that I’m sure is a Green Man 9or Jack-in-the-Green if you prefer) lately. He replies by glowering under his bushy eyebrows or with a soothing whooshy sound. He definitely has the freedom of silence and even the commies couldn’t make him talk but his comments are encouraging to me. Like your seagull he is a very good listener and all of you make me smile.

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