Thursday, January 27, 2011

Dead Man's Float

A little flash fiction for a Thursday afternoon. As always, thanks for reading!

You can float forever, Mother said. Remember that if you fall into the ocean. But there was no ocean where we were, only water moccasin-infested tanks in which we swam after Mother through stones to scatter the snakes to the edges. And I couldn't float no matter how hard I tried. I could swim and tread water, not with graceful figure eight motions like my friends, but by kicking as hard as I could. The only float I ever managed was the dead man's, and I could only do that one long enough to scare anyone who happened to be watching.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"You don't take a photograph, you make it." Ansel Adams

Cocktail Hour
Music suggestion: The Idiot Iggy Pop

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Thursday! A special hello to Carnal Knowledge -- good to hear from you!


Jason said...

Nice piece.

Also, is that soul train on the tv in the back?

Michelle's Spell said...

Hey Jason,

Thanks! And yes, it's the Soul Train -- Don Cornelius!

Libertine13 said...

Iggy Pop! Thanks for the reminder.... I need to rotate some Iggy into my groove.

Libertine13 said...

a.k.a. 'carnalknowledge'

the walking man said...

That's odd but then maybe not, I too have heard some carnal knowledge occasionally.

Try sitting on the bottom of the tank until someone jumps into save you--but then you'd have to put on some hundred pounds to accomplish that.

Charles Gramlich said...

I remember being told I could always float. But I knew it wasn't true.

Lana Gramlich said...

I couldn't float as a child, either. I mean, I COULD, but my legs weren't cooperative. Not enough air in my legs, I s'pose. In later years I decided it wasn't a personal fault. It just was. Strange how kids worry about such things...