Peacespeaker

Pairing knives peppered the garden growing by the river. Eerie sounds slid sideways into the lowering light. Alfy and Alice were still out cavorting beyond the barn. Children in dusty blue dresses yawned on the paint-chipped deck. Ernie and Emmett kept to tussling along the riverbed, Something about some girl they both shined over. Papa didn't budge over it with a freshly lit pipe in his slow rocker. Even with the yellin' and cussin' and grabbin' gettin' hotter and rougher. All told I'd reckon this was their 10th row since I moved back to the farm. Knowing their love of escalation they were bound to spot one of the knives. Estuary frogs croaked through the purple summer sky when I pounced, Running thru the squeaky screen door for silhouetted shivs dancing riverside.