Sunday, October 14, 2012

Mag 139, 10/14/12 Midnight

                                                          Midnight Snack, 1984, by Curtis Wilson Cost

                                        She had been waiting and waiting for her Father to go to bed.
                                    It had been twelve hours since they had made camp here on top
                                    of this low ridge with a good view of the homestead.
                                        Sarah looked over at her Mother's blond and silver hair
                                   flowing over the top of the sleeping bag beside her. She could just
                                   hear her soft breathing. Sarah sighed, her Mother had gone to bed
                                  after eating a light fish dinner, they had cooked on a neat little fire.
                                        She knew how full she had gotten from the hunk of bread
                                 and fish- Not very... There is a nice side of venison hanging up
                                 in the shed down there. She felt for the sheath hanging off her belt;
                                 and picked up the binoculars again.
                                     Her Father sat at the table, just inside the kitchen door writing.
                                The newspaper folded neatly beside him.What are you doing ?
                                 who are you writing - Joe ? Her older brother had moved further
                               west several years before.                               
                                    She saw her father fold the letter and put it in an envelope.
                              Then he opened the newspaper and shook out some bright
                              little objects flashing in the light.                                                                                                                                                           
                                Sarah jumped to her feet, grabbing for the flashlight and running
                            toward her Father's cabin. He threw Mother out and had promised her                            
                            help! -I think those maybe diamonds-!


Gail said...

Caught red-handed. Not keeping promises. Well written.

Jinksy said...

Good story, but I can't help thinking the end could do with a bit more 'bite'? Something like this, for example...

Then he opened the newspaper and shook out some little objects which flashed in the light. Diamonds!
And after he'd promised, "Never again!"

No wonder Mother had left...

Laurie Kolp said...


Brian Miller said...

what an intriguing story....there is much more to it obviously....why the dad threw her out...then gives her diamonds? the pattern though of the son and now the rest of the family...

Other Mary said...

Ok you got me...what happens next?

Tess Kincaid said...

Uh-oh...the diamonds...

Kutamun said...

The patriarchy about to get its right whack from Artemis ? . Diamonds, so indestructible, so forever !

Sue said...

Diamonds, eh?

the plot thickens


Kathe W. said...

Hmmm bad Daddy.....just what is he up to?