Friday, 13 March 2015
When Daddy passed away I let him sink into the deep part of the swamp, right alongside Mommy's marker.
It's not very far from the shack, but it was hard pulling him there. I did it 'cos I think he would have liked to be next to Mommy again.
I don't remember Mommy, Daddy told me she passed away when I was born, but Daddy always told me what a good and kind person she was.
Sometimes he would tell me stories about the things him and Mommy used to do.
Where they lived before they came to the swamp they had things called Sinny Mars, and Dry Vins, and Daddy told me he used to hold Mommy's hand in these things sometimes, and watch something called Moo Vees.
My Daddy used to cry sometimes when he talked about Mommy.
I don't understand why he used to cry, no-one was hurting him, there was no smoke or nothing, and the marsh gas don't do that to the eyes.
Sometimes he would kiss me and hold me real tight. He used to cry then sometimes too.
The fire don't work no more now Daddy's gone. I miss those flames, and it's cold in the night.
I caught a snake yesterday, ate it without even pulling its head. It squirmed some, but quieted before I finished.
Last night I heard the splish-splash as one of those Zom Bees went by. It seems they come by more often these days. Maybe Zom Bees like the water. Maybe they like to eat snakes too.
I ain't never seen a Zom Bee. Daddy told me him and Mommy came to the swamp so they didn't have to live next to them.
Daddy told me that Zom Bees were people who are different from us, and he always told me to cover my eyes and lie very still and quiet until they had gone away. I don't know why 'cos they don't make much noise, and they don't bother us none.
I really miss that fire.
I wonder if Zom Bees know how to make the fire work again?
I really miss my Daddy too, more than the fire even.
I wonder if one of them Zom Bees would like to be my Daddy?
Next time one comes by I'm gonna go and say hello.
©2015 Stephen. J. Green.