painting perfect picture maps...I missed ten million miles of road I should have seen
Monday, May 24
Outside Genny's trailer
Everythin was great, and then it wasn't.
Nu had a baby. I helped Nu have a baby. Never thought I'd like babies so much, but this one was different. Never thought there'd be so much to see in a baby that didn't even talk or nothin'. I went to play with them every day, and I drew pictures of 'em both. Real good pictures, too, better'n I done for ages. And I told Momma all 'bout everythin' the baby did. I told Zann, too.
And then the baby was gone, and Zann was gone too.
For a couple days she was fine, and then she went back to seein' every broken thing in the world, and it hurt her so much that she couldn't hardly stand up.
It was all them wishes. Everyone started talkin' 'bout what they'd wished, and we all figured out that's what done it. Sadie wished she didn't have to dye her hair no more and Dale wished he had a nice gal to go 'round with and Momma wished she could do a flip off the back of her horse. Guess Nu wanted to have a baby. And Zann wished she was better.
I wished all kindsa stuff too but none of 'em came true. Can't even wish right no more.
I sit on the steps of my trailer, flippin' through my sketchbook to find an empty page. Guess I can draw a lil better'n I could before, at least. I want to draw more, too. Just wish it didn't make me so sad to look at all them pictures of the baby…
[Open to Zann]
Outside Genny's trailer
Everythin was great, and then it wasn't.
Nu had a baby. I helped Nu have a baby. Never thought I'd like babies so much, but this one was different. Never thought there'd be so much to see in a baby that didn't even talk or nothin'. I went to play with them every day, and I drew pictures of 'em both. Real good pictures, too, better'n I done for ages. And I told Momma all 'bout everythin' the baby did. I told Zann, too.
And then the baby was gone, and Zann was gone too.
For a couple days she was fine, and then she went back to seein' every broken thing in the world, and it hurt her so much that she couldn't hardly stand up.
It was all them wishes. Everyone started talkin' 'bout what they'd wished, and we all figured out that's what done it. Sadie wished she didn't have to dye her hair no more and Dale wished he had a nice gal to go 'round with and Momma wished she could do a flip off the back of her horse. Guess Nu wanted to have a baby. And Zann wished she was better.
I wished all kindsa stuff too but none of 'em came true. Can't even wish right no more.
I sit on the steps of my trailer, flippin' through my sketchbook to find an empty page. Guess I can draw a lil better'n I could before, at least. I want to draw more, too. Just wish it didn't make me so sad to look at all them pictures of the baby…
[Open to Zann]