Sunday, July 30, 2006
New Beginning 21
"What the hell was that?" Jack, one of the men in Papa's crew, peered up at the tall pines.
Sha'na sat in the upper limbs of a Ponderosa Pine, fighting to stay blended. Our feelings display as wing colours, and I could readily imagine her trying to remain invisible while plagued with conflicting emotions.
"Don't know," Papa said. "But if Mrs. Walker hears you swearing she'll take it up with Fletch. You know she hates swearing."
"All I said was 'Hell.' It ain't so bad a word as I could say. . ."
"Yes, but you . . ." In mid-sentence papa ducked. "What was that?"
The flutter of Mother's wings made him search the sky, but she wasn't there. She stood beside him but remained invisible. It's hard enough to blend into a background with one predominating colour. Mother managed to be unseen among the shifting patterns made by their movements -- the patterns of their plaid coats and of the thick carpet of pine needles.
It was obvious from the way Mother blended with the plaid that she was in her Scottish mood. Fiddlesticks, that meant Haggis for our evening meal. The last time we ate the stuff, my wings turned vomit-coloured.
"Holy crap, d'ya see that thang, Papa?" Jack yelled.
"We'll deal with that later." Papa reached for his belt buckle. "First we got to learn you a lesson about that swearing."
Opening: Rachael de Vienne.....Continuation: Lynn