Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Doris and Mona Have a Picnic as Told by Cormac McCarthy by Alex and Allison

Doris and Mona is a segment brought to you by Alex and her friend Allison and accessories and props from the store they work at. These are the displays they make, and these are their stories. 

The sun rose mid-sky and cooked the earth and the rivers and the rocks. Doris and Mona walked until they couldn't and then they set up on a rise of dry grass beneath a tree with low hung branches and beside a patch of sickly and wilting sunflowers. They laid out a blanket and basket with food and a bottle of high proof liquor and took off their shoes which had broken but been sewn back together using a porcupine needle and achilles tendon of a badger. A hot wind blew through bringing with it a dried out barren sunflower and a stench of sweet rot. A spider dropped down to investigate and with her dragged her squirming sack of young. Mona put a hand to her hat woven from the dehydrated husks of corn by a blind ancient woman of indeterminate origins. The same woman had patched Doris' blanket with fur from the yellow-eyed she-wolf they'd killed as it mauled their horses and left them having to shoot Doris' horse even after it had survived a rattlesnake bite a fortnight before the rainy season began. The woman with the milky and murky and unseeing eyes had warned Doris and Mona of the terrible things that lay ahead. She had grasped Doris' hands with her claw-like hands with skin like slippery tissue paper and her whole body had shaken and tears had pooled in the deep crevices of her face. The old hound-dog at her feet looked up with little interest before hobbling out of the shack to lie in the dust of the cool shade. Death and sins of the father and retribution ! There will be retribution ! She had cried out before Mona wrenched Doris away and they were back to their remaining horse who was still limping from where the she-wolf had bit his hindquarters. They didn't speak of the woman or her shack filled with glass jars of foeti of various species or her predictions again. They didn't speak of any of it again but it was always on each of their minds and now as they had a picnic in the heat of a midday sun they thought of it still.

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