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!
7 comments:
Nice piece.
Also, is that soul train on the tv in the back?
Hey Jason,
Thanks! And yes, it's the Soul Train -- Don Cornelius!
Iggy Pop! Thanks for the reminder.... I need to rotate some Iggy into my groove.
a.k.a. 'carnalknowledge'
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.
I remember being told I could always float. But I knew it wasn't true.
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...
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