More Colours (xi)
he’d tell the story
every time the extended family held
a gathering of any kind. he’d been a
rowdy kid. and a sleepwalker. he’d work from sun-up
to sundown at the ranch that was
handed down from his grandpa to his dad, and it was expected that
soon it would be his, being a full-fledged
teenager now. and while of course that was a fate worse than death,
one night he dreamt he was in hell’s belly and he was furious to escape. the
next morning he awoke on the grass just a few feet away from the
embers of the home in which he’d lived his entire life. up until then.
