Animus Persona

Extraordinaire, he raised the ice. He told me this when I was a child. He said he heard his neck pop. He laughed and said, “That stopped my dare devil’s persona. As you see, I am short. I liked to participate in a dare devil’s sport when I was young”. He went further into his exploration. He said he worked at the ice house and was challenged. If he could rise up ice with teeth, he would be paid graciously. He would not disclose the amount. However, he won the challenge. Therein, his neck snapped. The ice was hoisted to the sky. I asked what happen next. He said he drop the ice and it hit the floor like a brick. Herein, the ice splits in two. How is anima doing? He was rushed to the Emergency Room. Maybe he became paralyze pro tem. What he shared is what I have given. He died in nineteen hundred and eighty-three. This is in remembrance of anima. Down the alley’s road stood an old stucco house. In the yard stood a fig tree. Adjacent to, was Aunt Donnie’s home. Both lawns were kept by nature splendidly. Beautiful flowers grew during the fall and the spring. Summertime was buzzing. I would visit anima and often see Aunt Donnie. He loved his Wild Irish Rose. Even more so, the Depot was where he went for shade. He would say he needed to stretch his legs. True to his inner self, his moniker statured him among goliaths. To put it another way, would be a lie. This is written as a celebration of life. ________________________________________________________| Penned April 18, 2015!