Balanced precariously as I tried to keep
My exuberant momentum from toppling it all…
Mom’s smiling eyes as she stuffed a napkin under my chin
“Careful with those. Take them outside. Share with your brother.”
Hoping Richie was too busy digging worms, I forced myself
Back to a slow trot, not wanting to draw attention
I aimed for the backyard picnic table
Ants on a log
Six logs to be shared
Three each
I wanted them all
Slender sticks of crisp celery
Slathered in crunchy Jiff peanut butter
Dotted with tiny red currants
Salty, peanut butter stuck to the roof of my mouth
Chomping cool, crisp celery
Juicy ants, making their way into my molars, bursting sweetness.
So much happening in my small mouth.
Fingers sticky, reaching for the next log
Keeping a furtive eye on Richie,
Wrangling wrigglers in the dirt
“Hey, you gotta share. Save me some…”
Busted
Grub gritty hands reaching for the plate.
“NOOOO!” Flinging the flimsy plate, fearing his filth.
“Moooommmm!!!! She won’t share,” he cried, mud-blackened tears melting down his face.
Picking up the fallen logs…
“Shhhh, Richie. It’s okay,” I mumbled, grabbing the hose.
“Wash your hands first. You can have the rest.”
Mother’s footsteps on the back porch.
“Everything okay out here?”
Sniffling and hiccupping, Richie nodded, wiping his snotty nose on his shirt.
Handing him a peanutty log, he gripped it and sank his teeth into its core.
Lip smacking and sucking gooey globs, he ate those logs - mite of earthworm and grime.
I envied him. His innocence. His love for sweets. His trust in me.
I enjoyed it as having eaten it myself.
About the Creator
Cathy Schieffelin
Writing is breath for me. Travel and curiosity contribute to my daily writing life. I've had pieces published in Adanna Lit Jour. and Halfway Down the Stairs. My first novel, The Call, comes out in 2024. I live in New Orleans.
Comments (1)
This is beautiful and such familiar imagery. Thank you for sharing - with Richie and with us