Monday, December 22, 2003

 

The most beautiful sound she'd ever heard was the tinkling of crystal being washed by her kids. There is nothing more a mother loves than the sound of her very own children doing the dishes. Hell. doing the laundry isnt as musical, but what silence the laundry emits... a low humming that could be a fog horn. that could be the train rolling through after midnight, that could be the drumming neverending madness of elvin jones, that could be the wind through the shades, that could be the mumble of the rabbit....

"when we gonna cook that rabbit , hyar?" he asked poking at the cage in the corner, " its eaten enough. Its fat enough. we should eat it!"

The menace in his voice made her wince. The rabbit was old and didnt serve much purpose in these times. Well... no purpose but to eat.... but she liked this rabbit. considered it a pet, even... even after it had bitten her the very first time she saw it, when she tried to pick it up and bring it home, it bit her square in the nose. nope, in fact that bite convinced her it was time to bring it home and call it pet names like boo-boo and punchy. she fed that bunny and took care of it when its nose was too runny and when the winter rains came in she made sure there was a quilt over that cage.

"Aint nobody eatin that thar rabbit," and as if to emphasize her point, she added a very perfunctory, "I know you hear me, Glen."

"Dont say Glen... my name," he said slower,"like I was some kinda retard, Betsy. I know you love this hyar rodent, but we aint et in a long time, and my stomach is about to jump up outta my gut until I start squeezing this lil critter's sweet parts out'a his eyeballs and make him into stew."

posted by Hog 11:13 PM