Reminiscent of Ducks

An oblique reminder of home came to mind─of ducks bathing by the shallow canal near a friend's home, an undisclosed fruit tree on the roadside relished the heat of the sun away from our bodies as we idly watched the weirdest birds indulge in their leisure. Feathers scattered to the evenfall, downs seemingly not wetting themselves, and wings flapped strong to clean their playful bodies. Plain idle memory not warranting anything but reminiscence of the normal days.

Flowing water, the sound mechanically trickled the ears.

I stood to hear more clearly.

Quack, and run─rush at the slightest movement of people.

Cracking noise, scraping knife to something soft, I know such sensitive information. Strange─more than anything─and the vision of ducks faded out. More water flowing down the stream, spring gushing to the asphyxiation of a corpse. A choking body flailed helplessly from the grasp of memories, unable to shake out the misery brought by an endless nightmare.