Your memory smells like Germany
The cages were metal, rusting around the bottom edges. Crushed bananas, apple, cabbage, parsley, wedged into the cracks in arid brown earth, wilting away, wafting smells into the unbearable heat. It hadn’t rained here yet. We filled the water canisters from snake-like hoses across the 300 acres of land, returning back every time we were out.
A cramped, congested room gleaming yellow with full moon luster. The antique curtains on the window across from him swung lazily in the soft breeze, and he wished he’d closed them before he’d gotten into bed. The sweet, moist Florida air that was wafting in and usually calmed his senses like an incense candle now just added to the overwhelming sensation that he was suffocating, slowly. When he was younger, this room had felt so much larger, this bed so much roomier, but now his feet nearly touched the metal frames and he could not get comfortable. He’d been tossing and turning for what felt like endless hours, listening to our grandparents’ soft snores in the other room. In his restlessness, it occurred to him that it was especially hot out, but that didn’t matter. He clutched the wool duvet up to his chin anyway and let his teeth chatter in anticipation.
A cool, briny breeze blew under the cotton T-Shirt I had draped across my frame, ruffling the fabric around my stomach in small, billowing waves. I readjusted my dripping bathing suit from underneath it, causing droplets of leftover sea to drip down across the dry skin surrounding my ribs. The combination, wind and water, created the slightest tremor of electricity inside me, and caused crops of goose bumps to appear along my body. My mother, who was sitting beside me and facing the ocean that expanded like an enormous, richly patterned tapestry, noticed my chill and moved one small hand to the top part of my arm, rubbing slightly as if to smooth over the dots in my skin. Her hand created a gentle friction that warmed me until the sun escaped from marshmallow clouds a few moments later, submerging us in white beams.