It was the day before the spoilage appeared.
I was little and I don’t remember exactly how it started.
It’s just that my father and I went out to get worms that day, and my mother was at home cooking for us. . . well, what we would eat in the morning, the next day.
When my father and I came back it was evening and we thought that my mother was just tired and couldn’t come out and meet us.
She got tired quickly. . . because she was pregnant. . . one month left before the birth.
When we got to the house, we immediately realized that something very bad had happened.
I don’t know how to explain it to you, but you can hear it right away, when bad hang over the house. And you can see it. It’s grey. . . like a haze. . . swaying and whistling. . . quietly, but disgusting and painful to the ears.
We ran into the house. . . my mother wasn’t there. . .
Food lay on the ground near the hearth. . . all my that my father did are gone.
Well, these are things for protection from spirits. . . my father knew how to do such things he was a sorcerer. . . And he made metal weapons of various kinds. . . and this is always done with sorcery. . . so that weapons could kill only bad people. . . .
We ran the trail. . . my father saw it in a vision. . . he could do that. . . in reality see what is invisible with his eyes.
The trail went up to the black rocks – we never go there – the snakes are very big there.
They hide behind the rocks and jump from above. . . you don’t have time to do anything as it will wrap you around and press until you suffocate, and then it will swallow you. . . alive.
My father told me to stay, and he ran behind the rocks. . . where the trail led. . .
I was waiting. . . and then I heard his thought: ” run home. That’s it.”
I ran I didn’t go to the house. . . The spoilage became even darker and whistled even louder.
I was sitting on a rock until the morning. Then I left. To the field. . . where we were always looking for worms.
I didn’t know what to do next. . . I walked around the field and wanted to hear my father’s thoughts. . .
Just a whistling of spoilage. . . and that’s it.
And then the day came that I won’t tell you.
When you don’t want to remember something, it’s even worse.
So I couldn’t tell you. . . because I can’t think about what was good anymore. . . because you remember only the bad, and the good as if it never happened.
My mother called me Glow.
And my father. . .
Father he just saw that radiance and I ran to him. . .
he seemed to be shining, too.