He took him down through the rusted barbed wire fence past the blackbirds spitting sunflower seeds. He took him past the gator holes. The smell of dried blood and fear fueled his anxiety as chickens and a saxophone sounded in the distance. Lil' Jimmy knew it was over when they approached the swamp's slippery edge. He heard one shot, a loud bang. Lil' Jimmy fell to his knees, then to the awaiting swamp water. His eyes went murky, blood filled his mouth, the ringing of the gun shot echoed in his ears. The warm swamp water gentled the loss of air. Lil' Jimmy's life past before him,the abuse and juvy, his first lay and the smell of joy, his young girlfriend's hair and the taste of her lips, the contour of her body. His mother with outreached hands, crying and calling to him from a distance.
2 comments:
What did Jimmy do to deserve this...?
I can take you to where this happened when you come down.
...By the waters edge where he was shot and drown.
Looking forward to your visit.
jd
a story told this way can slip you inside out, make you wanna watch and run at the same time, a kind of meaningful mediation on the undignified glories of death. i hear each foot step squishing. i smell the sour reek of stagnant water and urine stained cotton. and feel the power of light the human mind emanates in the clutches of it's own demise. guide us throught it brother. guide us through it.
S
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