Cultural edges scrape past, but, never quite meet each other in the tidewaters of Haiti. A short story with sound art accompaniment.
The cruise ship caught Asah's eye. It was different from the previous gliding, white palaces he'd seen, because it was on fire.
A sudden, low humming whizzed past the boy's neck, raising his hairs and startling his heart. A hummingbird darted into the bush near his shoulder. It hovered in front of a blazing, red flower, then, it buzzed sideways moving on to the next ragged blossom.
Smoke rose higher from the cruise ship. This reminded Asah of the last time that he had eaten Soup Joumou. He saw, in watching his uncles cook, that many things were needed and needed doing to make the best Joumou. Roasting meat on a spit until the juices of the goat or pig dripped into the fire was an important part of the recipe. The meat needed to flavor itself in a cloud of its own smoke. This was definitely what made the best Soup Joumou.
In a blur, Asah's hand thrust into the foliage. The hummingbird shimmered like a living emerald in the boy's fist. It struggled to leave, stabbing at Asah's tightening fingers.
Asah looked out on the water. His heart slowed again. The burning cruise ship was far away and did not appear as if it could be caught...
released June 13, 2016
Writing and Narration, Griz E Struss
Sound Art and Editing, Sylvan Struss
Track Art, Sylvan Struss
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