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Thanks to Rochelle, as always, for hosting Friday Fictioneers.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot


So many sunsets I’ve experienced here.

Papere said, “Seeing and experiencing, two different things.”

The flood waters have finally receded. Everything usually smells damp, but now the churning waters have uprooted varying scents of mold and rot and death.

Papere said, “We live and die swamp rats.”

But how many times can you start over when even the caskets of your dead have taken to water?

I dream of Taos and pinyon pines, of the scent of fry bread and beans, of snows and fierce wailing winds, of a high desert home. Of calm.

And Remy hammers one final nail.


end 10/25/2017

Sascha Darlington

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    • Thanks, Sandra. No, you’re not being dense. It’s possible it’s an idiom we have in the US, a last nail in the coffin. I was trying to tie it all together, dreams, being stuck, death–metaphorical and real. The last nail on a repair that means they’re staying.

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  1. I’m a little puzzled about the last line. Was the nail being hammered into a new home or something else. A coffin as you’ve indicated in the comment above, Sascha?

    Oh, and I belong to a private Facebook group for indigenous peoples, and the term “fry bread” comes up quite often.” 😉

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      • Hey Sascha. That’s neat I’ve never heard about the Cajuns coming from Canada before. From Quebec maybe? It’s very old three and in Montreal, 400 years or so. But different peoples in their history can move a great deal and migrated more than we would expect without trains, planes and that kind of thing.
        My God Uncle did an ancestry DNA test. His ancestors are all English, but it was interesting that he found, down the line, his female ancestor married an Asian guy in turkey so he has 2 Percent Asian in his DNA. So his ancestors travelled up from Turkey and eventually through Germany to England. In my family too we have a bit of monglion. It pops up in some of my cousins and my Grandma’s one brother had distinct Asian features. My friend from Hong-Kong often told me eyes had an Asian shake of sorts. For my family too, that would have been far back as on my Dad’s side at least we’re all Germanic and a bit Austrian, but somehow a bit of French and Mongolian are mixed in.

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      • Very cool! Yes, I had to double check to make sure I wasn’t spouting a misinformed memory. The Cajuns started out in Maritime Canada so we’re talking Nova Scotia et al. Was it at one time called Arcadia (or am I thinking of the Maine park? ha!). My bro had his dna done and it said that sometimes siblings wouldn’t match up. I think it might be fun to have it done. His came back as Scandinavian….he says viking. He does look it. 🙂

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