Cities Of The Plague

The pure black hearts of crows will still be raving long after the dark factories down by the river have folded up. And the superstitious women that live just outside of town don't leave grains of rice on their doorsteps each evening for nothing.

My mother used to sell me away to the gypsies that crept up to our back porch. In those formidable years I was quite crafty and would eventually find my way back home. The dog would forget who I was by then. My mother calling him off as she wiped her hands against the bloody apron.

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Comment by Irene Sieders on March 22, 2009 at 8:58am
You sure know how to say very much and imply a lot in just a few sentences. Highly emotive and full of darkness, such an evil mother!
Comment by Bianca on March 22, 2009 at 4:38am
Now I get it. This piece explains alot. *wink*
Comment by Jay Holmes on March 22, 2009 at 12:25am
The cough syrup said Heroin right on the label. Momma never coughed once she used the heroin.
-Jay
Comment by Jay Holmes on March 21, 2009 at 8:42pm
She traded me away for a few bottles of gypsy wine and some opium cough syrup.

-Jay
Comment by Cita on March 21, 2009 at 7:34pm
Eeeeewwww.... gave me shivers!
Comment by Lorianne on March 21, 2009 at 1:35pm
raving crows & rice... hmmm

creepy. the bloody apron at the end is great!
Comment by Laurita on March 21, 2009 at 10:07am
The crows again. I cannot tell whether they bring the darkness or are drawn to it.
This reads like a dark and silent dream, Jay. Love it.
Comment by Michael Solender on March 21, 2009 at 9:54am
jay, this is particularly tasty, lots of underlying evil.

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