We called them shadflies, but they swarmed just the same, coming up off the river, smelling like dead fish; smelling like shad.

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Wordle 117.

source: thirteen.org via Bing.com

 Grandaddy didn’t bribe me with money or candy; he gave me big words. Words that sounded better. Words that slid and floated off his tongue. And my six year old self was enthralled. Not clumsy, ambisinister. Using such words would, he said, “bamboozle the narrow-minded whose brain cavities are empty chambers.”

He pointed to the cloud of mayflies engulfing the world beyond the porch. “Ephemerid are benign, though you itch and shiver!” He explained the short life cycle leading to their destruction. We rocked in our rockers, safe on the porch, as the ground became plush with their last flutterings.


5 thoughts on “Ephemerid

  1. Bribing with big words is something everyone should do. I wish we had a porch with rockers. People might talk more. I love the Grandaddy, the kind of man I could spend all day on a porch with. 😊


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