Lake Enid Idyll
I’m here live from the shores of glassy Lake Enid. The highlight so far has been this seven-year-old by the fire telling me about the movie he’s making. In it, a time-traveling dog goes to the past to witness the invention of bones. This outburst of imagination terrifies and shames me, though I know the movie will not be made. When I first moved down here they told me these pretty sunsets were from the pollution coming off the Gulf of Mexico. I don’t know. The water is now purple and orange. There’s a small tree frog on my shirt and I’m thinking, boy, I’m really in it. I am nature casual. I don’t love the police, but open spaces like this, where the imagination gets so pregnant, make me uneasy. Grace walked to the bathroom building and, for real, I thought I might not ever see her again. Of course, I’m thinking about murderers. But also, this poor kid who thinks he has a shot in Hollywood. With that script? There is some chatter about whether black panthers live in North Mississippi. They do not. But Grace saw one, lazily crossing highway 32 in broad daylight coming home from the lake. Is Grace crazy? I think not. We drove separately because a person with the problems I have usually leaves early.
Sean Ennis is the author of CHASE US: Stories (Little A) and his flash fiction has recently appeared in Pithead Chapel, Diagram, X-R-A-Y, HAD and New World Writing. More of his work can be found at seanennis.net.
Art Georgia O’Keefe Public Domain
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