i don't like this one...but, i promised myself i'd post good and bad.
it had burst.
that big earthen damn dam built back in 1943 by my great granddad who said he had learned the skill working for the wpa in the depression.
he must have learned it well, since it held up 60 someodd years before it popped like a water balloon, sweeping up everything we owned before the swath of water pouring out of the crack.
the last i saw great granddad, his casket was surfing the crest of that wave, flying forward into the cold spring day.
Nice, short and vivid.
ReplyDeleteOf course, even though it's not there, I keep thinking of "O Brother, Where Art Thou?"
I think I see where you were going,,,,
ReplyDeletewhich I usually don't
maybe why you hesitated with this one?
OK, but the reality you drew from was worth remembering.
I didn't like mine, either. And such a good word, too. But this I like. I totally see the direction.
ReplyDeletePromising yourself things can be dangerous. Still got a little chuckle, though.
ReplyDeleteQuin, I've just read a bunch of your stories. You're such a good writer. You've got it in your bones, girl. I'll be back to read more of them.
ReplyDeleteSomehow all the lowercase enforces it as a thought. As if the writer can't believe it either.
ReplyDeletewaving goodbye to granddad here! Glad you decided to post.
ReplyDeleteAwesome anecdote. Well said. The subject matter notwithstanding, of course.
ReplyDeleteYippee Cayee, Granddaddy's riding the waves set off by son of a gun on which he toiled so hard...loved it...if he were alive he might have said, "Well, we built it right, so why couldn'the future generations take care of right and she'd stood forever.
ReplyDeleteYep, this would be the scene in the film that everyone always remembered and chuckled about. I will. ;)
ReplyDelete(Loved that image of grandad sailing away. Gave me a satisfying chuckle...)
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