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Silence

Posted: May 13, 2020 in Friday Fictioneers
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“Samoa-Samoa-Tonga-Tonga-Talofa-Malo-Aloha.”
At the age of three, Clara was a musical prodigy, at five she spontaneously burst into song as if the family lived inside a musical.
“Hey, baby, why don’t you run over and pick out a T-shirt for daddy?”
Clara met the suggestion with an eye roll before skipping away.
Anita watched her daughter’s long blonde curls bounce against her tiny back, did her own eye roll thanking God for the blessed silence as her child disappeared in the crowd.

The blessed silence has gone on for two excruciating years. And now, today, the search for Clara was ended.

O.K. Here’s story number one – or the story my husband thought too grisly. Thanks to anyone interested in reading.

Samuel had never collected hats because he’d never thought of it before. Rather disgusting in the end. All the hairs caught in the wool: red, blonde, black, gray.
And tiny flecks of skin.

Red-haired Anya, the seamstress. Blonde-maned Margo, the butcher’s wife. Old man Peterson, hair black as coal and his brother Thomas, gray-headed and scaley.

It wasn’t the fact that they were all dead now, it was how they died, shoved into a pit and shot, one-by-one. Samuel remembers how they lay bleeding in the snow. The only unstained clothing? Their woolen caps, now stacked neatly in his closet.

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Carrie peered down from her twelfth floor window.
First time in the city.
What astounded her most? The ladies’ hats.
Bigger than wagon wheels, she thought.
And all those glorious white feathers!

Lucius supported the family
selling feathers just like them.
More valuable per ounce than gold.

He’d go to the rookeries
when the egrets were raising their young
and kill the big ones by the thousands, leaving
the babies to die. It hurt Carries’ heart
but that’s just the way things worked.

If Lucius stopped hunting,
their ten young ones would die
and that wouldn’t be right
now would it?

In the 1900’s plume hunting decimated the shore bird population along the Florida coast. I’ve attached a link to a short article about the practice and how it came to an end.
http://www.stufftoblowyourmind.com/blog/plume-hunters-and-the-everglades/