By Mitch Cullin
A glance on the global during the eyes of a wildly imaginitive younger woman in modern Texas.
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Dinah, my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I’m afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that’s very much like a mouse, you know. " "And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way-" "Do cats eat bats? " "For, you see, as she couldn’t answer either question,” I said, having memorized every word, "it didn’t matter which way she put it. ” And that night in the farmhouse, I headed upstairs with Alice on my mind. She wondered if she’d fall right through the earth, imagining how funny it’d be to come out among the people with their heads downwards.
Please, come back to life,” I pled, dimly aware of the radio wavering on my father’s lap, the batteries loosing power as my eyes closed. "Please-" The wind was now blowing around What Rocks, sweeping along the porch, clanking the hoist rope against the metal flagpole. The old place shuddered. In the pasture, the school bus rocked gently, the high Johnsongrass wavered. Thunder rumbled in the distance. But inside I slept once more, the wind droning in my dream like a horn -- and somewhere the mystery train whistled for no one as it chugged through barren and forbidding terrain, weaving further and further away from us.
And if I hadn’t felt so suddenly alone, I would’ve laughed at the thought of being a Peanut Butter Girl, just flesh and bone and crushed edible seeds. Climbing from the floor, I called out, "Daddy-? ” The gown hem lagged under my feet, so I pretended it was the soles of satin slippers and shuffled to the stove. Then taking the radio in hand, I shuffled out of the kitchen, through the dining room, and into the living room. "Daddy-? I was in the kitchen. ” As if roused by a rooster’s crow, I was hoping my father would be awakened by my voice.
Tideland by Mitch Cullin