“When It’s Too Late.”
The deepest corners of my mind were racing, my heart pounding ferociously inside my chest. Could this be the way it was meant to end? Would he suddenly just come back without a warning to make all of his chosen disappear without a trace? Memories began to suddenly play like a black and white movie across my Mind. What could I have done to have changed the probable outcome of my eternity?
It all started on a late October evening, when the moon began to get full, the nights continued to get longer, the wolves danced and howled in the twilight, the trees were swaying, the fireflies and constellations lit up the Heaven’s and the leaves smelled like Earthworms and wet mud. The wind was blowing hard, preforming a whistle sound through the trees, making it chilly and eerie. As I began to walk out the front door of the log cabin, I noticed that I had goosebumps and felt an Impression of dread and dismay. It didn’t help that it just happened to be two weeks away from Halloween and a dreary day with a wacky mix of rainy cold weather. It made me fabricate of wanting a warm blanket a rocking chair and a hot cup of cocoa by the fireplace. Which I would often dream of when I was cold and needed comfort, calmness and peace of mind. That was where I normally went to visit outside of reality. By now I Realized that it was time to start cooking, so I walked into the greenhouse garden to get some fresh green onions and okra to make some gumbo with.
Walking back to the cabin, I began to think about the times my grandmother and I made the wonderful scrumptious Cajun cooking side by side. It always made my Ma and Pa proud. The very thought of Ma and Pa made me feel warm inside. I was going to definitely make an outstanding monstrous pot to share with my neighbors, friends, and family. It had always been our tradition.
While staring to thaw the seafood, I hummed the tune of “Twinkle Twinkle Lucky star,” for it was my paw paw Beer~can’s favorite song. After I made my Roux, I placed the thawed meat in the big pot so that it would begin to blend in with the herbs and spices for a couple hours. When I was a little girl, my grandma B, would let me stand on a stool and add the hot sauce to the pot and stir. Then she would look at me with those big brown Cajun French eyes and say ok, that’s enough Sher. In our culture, that means Dear. As I began to peel the heads off of the big Louisiana gulf shrimp, the Phone rang. I washed my hands and quickly answered it.
Hello,? I answered, Who is this? “Hey baby,” mama sounded Distraught and Dyspenic. My mind began to instantly scamper “Mama has to tell you some bad news.” she finally replied. My heart began to sink, as I instantaneously inaugurated to think about all kinds of terrible possibilities that might of happened before she could answer. “Wha-Wha” I hesitated “What is it Ma?” I finally sputtered.
She then decided that it was best to tell me the news in person instead of over the phone, leaving me with anxiety and unease. As we begin to go over the plans for Ma’s stay, I made a list that consisted of groceries and household chores to complete before her arrival the next morning. Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Smack. My eyes opened and I sat straight up in bed. I realized that I had slept twenty minutes past the alarm. I panicked and rushed to get ready. I was in such a rush that I had forgotten to make my coffee. I had to meet mom at the airport early that morning. I stopped by Starbucks drive thru. I ordered a Cinnamon roll Frappuccino but decided to take out most of the sugar by replacing it with the Iced Skinny Cinnamon Dolce Latte instead. Something too sugary might come back up being that I was so nervous, which added a lot of pressure to my stomach.
