HUT EXIST 32
Something child
There is a muttering in the hut, a miniature sandstorm whirled out of the doorway and spiralled into the curtain of evening. The something child ent gonna change. The something ent gonna get old. That and this are my twin assumptions. O yeah fate, so what if I do not have one ever, I will be pleased to be let alone. Mutter mutter. Who’s there? No-one, do not bother your presence, it is only me looking straight at you. Is there anything much to see? Not much. I am thankful for small mercies, I do not wish to be seen quite so early either in the morning or at lunchtime. What do you intend to do today? I am belated and as such prefer to wait until tomorrow. This instils a situation of peace along the thoughtful peering along the longitudes and latitudes. May I follow suit? You may. The something child ent gonna grow. Not as long as I can help it. Tag along, is that it? See what happens? Here, in this hut, the happenings are craven but secure. Out there what on earth could happen. Quite right. Exactly. It is best to be careful. Things, objects and subjects last longer that way. One becomes mindful of the possibilities. Exactly, it is best to avoid the opportunities. The something child is gonna change. For better or for worse, we can only wait and see. The tips of our toes possess small but wilful brains. As do the tips of our fingers. It is better to be careful over the wellbeing of such a messenger, rather than to exploit such gifts to too much extent. Too true. The something child ent gonna die. Not as long as we hang out here.
Nigel Fiander Ford works as a translator, writer, visual artist and dramatist. He is English and lives in Sweden. His stories, poems, short performance scripts (mostly for art show venues), flash fiction and essays appear fairly regularly in literary magazines in Germany, USA, UK , Ireland, Norway and India. At the time of writing he has sold his first novel Angel’s Road and is promoting his second novel The Process. His third novel Hermit in Glass is about halfway there.