first fff in a while! And now i have to know: how many times can i write about obeah before i actually need to research it? flash fiction friday #42 (inclusion)trigger: religion, superstition, tradition, vision, collision. Shaman He didn’t like to talk about it, but given the nature of gossip, everyone knew and did the talking for him. Big time evangelist preacher, but I hear his brother is a obeah man! Yes! I hear it too! An’ it wasn’t jus’ he, his granny in it too! My tanty was tellin’ me so de other day… Not to say…
Ethos
I always stay too late. I am always the last to leave, The one left to taste the soured wine Passed in frantic effort To regain the spirit, Get burnt by the embers Of hysterical bodies Trying to rekindle the longspent fire. Last to leave And first to come off that high Brought on by either ethers or ethos First to sniff the stale smiles that linger in the air Long after the fleeting fancy That brought them has left. I always leave too late, And as I totter home, I am always emptier in the dying hours Drained from…
Heat
And it felt like all there ever was, was heat. 32 degrees coupled with too wet air, hot stickiness of flesh it incites hot throbbing in the tips of my fingers and the end of my toes hot sighs with hot breath as hot air lays sultry kisses on blistering necks. Hot rain hits hot pavement and sizzles And all there ever was, was heat. My paradise is now hell.