Early morning
intuition opened the front door
at the sound of a
barking dog to discover
an uneasy feeling
justified.
Crime stepped from
the shadows
propped on an
uncle’s shoulders
forcing each one of
my family to face it.
No one could decide
on what “it” was.
Mama said, “It was
that damn boy
crawling across the
night to bring
his evil to our
doorstep.”
Dad said, “It breaks
my heart.
He is my brother,
but I must turn him in.”
My little sister
said, “It was so scary to see
that white t-shirt
come out of the dark.”
I kept my thoughts
to myself. The “it”
tormenting me had
risen from my nightmares
and was eating toast
and drinking milk.
We all thought those
tail lights disappearing
over the hill would
be our freedom from the
thing we couldn’t
agree on, but our lives
weren’t free of the
unexpected lurking in the night.
Two evenings later
on a quiet, waiting street
peace was undone by shuffling
feet, badges
and guns demanding we
surrender a man already gone.
Rattled, angry and fearful
each one of us was trying
again to define the
thing that unsettled us, but
the only thing we
could agree on was the hope
the “it” an uncle
brought to us would never return.
©Susie Clevenger
2013
At Real Toads Kerry has us celebrating Harper Lee's birthday by taking a quote from her novel "To Kill a Mockingbird" and using it as inspiration for our written work. A Birthday In April ~ Harper Lee
I actually got to meet Mary Badham who played Scout in the movie version of Harper Lee's book, "To Kill a Mockingbird."
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I love the photo of you and Mary Badham. I can see Scout's girl face in her adult one.
K
The "it" scares the crap out of me. Yet you told this story well, reminding me that every family has a version of that uncle... mine included. Amy
PS A post with all three prompts I missed while at the conference:
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/04/29/three-making-up-for-lost-time/