“So we sold the house and fled from the gloom of the English summer, like a flock of migrating swallows.” Gerald sniggered at his choice of metaphor, knowing as he did the truth behind their migration was more aptly “Had we not fled, we would most likely have been swallowed.”
“Deddy always said there was a hole in the sky for the birds to fly through,” Chimed in their somewhat bewildering although eternally gracious hostess, Miss Acacia Rivers, “and if’n that’s what brought y’all Englishers to Mississippi, well, we all’s just pleased as punch to have y’all nested up here.”
Acacia’s father, the ever dapper Colonel Rivers, laid a quieting hand on his daughter’s plump forearm, cleared his throat deeply, and gave her a look that coulda stopped the tongues of the holy ghost from waggin’. “I do believe what my daughter is trying to say..” Pausing here for emphasis.
“Is that we welcome you and yours to the beautiful state of Mississippi.” He raised his glass in salute, nodding respectfully to Gerald before allowing his gaze to hover somewhat lecherously upon the bosom of Gerald’s lovely wife, Cherise. “Hrumph..” The Colonel continued. “To Mississippi then. Where grass grows uphill..”
‘And God willing shit runs down!’ Gerald whispered discreetly to himself behind teeth clenched in that practiced smile he reserved solely for baiting traps built on confidence- well that, and a perfectly timed indiscretion involving the fondling of more than just the ample cleavage of his most alluring accomplice, Cherise.
This is my response, written in 50 word increments, to the literary quote provided by 50 Word Thursday this week, “So we sold the house and fled from the gloom of the English summer, like a flock of migrating swallows.” – My Family And Other Animals – by Gerald Durrell.
I have also included two of the phrasal prompts offered in the OLWG #117 and hopefully succeeded in inferring the third. The phrases were:
Where the grass grows uphill
A hole in the sky for the birds to fly through
Written in fire