Image Credit: "Bogue Falaya River Bank" © 2005
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Flash Fiction: Tchefuncte River, Summer 2005
One summer a boy dove into the Tchefuncte river and hit something at the bottom. When he came back up he hurriedly free-styled to the flood wall, clambered up the algal steps, frightened. We all looked and saw the corpse of a calf float to the top of the water. It had risen up from the depths. Bloated. Passed along by a farmer from downriver to here, near the mouth. Thrown in for the alligators. And a few days before that, a kid caught a nurse shark in the same river, near the same spot. Adam told me he used to swim in it, but not anymore. -- Rivers aren’t supposed to have cows and sharks swimming around in ‘em, he said. Besides, the water’s been getting muckier, disgusting. It’s not just the boats, either.
Posted by Greig Roselli at 3:36 PM 3 comments:
Labels: Fiction & Short Stories, flash fiction, memoir, prose poem, river, tchefuncte
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