She clomped down the stairs, stopped midway, fingers feathering the battered, aged banister.  Cold light trickled through the stained glass on the landing.    

It was different this time; her relationships usually complicated. A glance, recognition from times past, coffee, and a walk along the river.  They moved in together.  The sex was good, not spectacular, but good.

Purple Martins greeted their mornings. Sunrises and lattes insulated them, sitting there on the deck, outside the bedroom overlooking the river. Conversation at times difficult, became stilted, cauterizing new found intimacy. . . .  

On the coffee table, sage lay in a cut-glass bowl. She lit it and left…. 

In came a young couple; child in arms. 

“What’s that smell?”         

“Sage.” he said.   


“Someone cleansed the house.”       


He walked to the banister and stroked the clear, unmarred wood. 

“This looks new.”

“It does.”

About Doug Lewandowski

I have walked a varied path. I was a Christian Brother, an English teacher/counselor and Licensed Psychologist. I have a twice monthly column in the Duluth News Tribune and have had a story published in the Nemadji Review and placed third in this year’s Jade Ring contest of the Wisconsin Writer’s Association. I was a commentator for KCRB, Minnesota Public Radio in the 90s. I transplanted to Duluth to be closer to grandchildren.
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2 Responses to Cleansed

  1. Ole hultmann says:

    I am reading your stuff Doug. Trying to Grasp your style. /Ole

  2. Stacey says:

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