The Big Lizard Dialogue

The bare footed little boy dressed in nothing but a tattered and soiled pair of overalls ran up to a well- dressed woman who was standing just outside Masons general store, cool drink in one hand and her parasol in the other. Trying to catch his breath the boy excitedly gasped the words “I saw a alligator” squeezing each word between every labored breath. He pointed in the direction he had just come from and continued “Down there, by the water’s edge” As he slowly caught his breath his deep back woods Mississippi accent emerged more and more. The boy doubled over placing his dirt covered hands on his knees. The woman forced a disingenuous smile at the wretched ignorant and uneducated boy who carried with him all of the wondrous smells of a muddy swamp and who she felt was now standing uncomfortably close to her. Feeling it her Christian duty to educate the urchin she condescendingly replied “No, you saw “AN” alligator. “The boy furled his brow. Naw, it aint called Naligator. It’s a alligator. You must be thankin o’ them candies called Now r laters. A alligator is a animal.” She shook her disapproving head. “You mean AN animal.” She said still forcing her smile while trying to put just a few extra inches between her and the unwelcome visitor. The boy looked frustrated and in an impatient tone said “No! It aint nanimal it’s a animal. Gosh! Who learned you to talk?” “No. No” she said wagging a condescending bony finger at the young boy. “You mean to say Who TAUGHT me to talk.” The boy lost all patience with the woman. He crossed his arms in protest and turned to walk away and in a loud exasperated voice said “Well, don’t matter how you say it, a big fucking lizard just ate your poodle.”

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Publication Date: 03-03-2019

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