Something Stinks!

Something Stinks! — page 7
Gail E Hedrick You’ll see it’s the worst one yet Aunt Sylvie beck oned Come on We followed her around the house past tidy flower beds filled with late-­summer daylilies and mums and down the grass-­covered hill toward the Higdon River Dead fish with their bodies bloated and eyes bulging lay scattered everywhere Catfish perch bluegills and bass were strewn along the bank and in the water Some bobbed silently un der the wooden dock Gosh Aunt Sylvie I said choking How many are there Hundreds said Uncle Joe coming up the riverbank carrying a shovel He wiped his forehead with a red ban danna I’m trying to bury em to keep the smell down here Aunt Sylvie bit her lip We don’t know but it’s hap pened before I think the last time was early in the summer right after y’all left We’d just returned home to Southwest Virginia from spending the entire summer over in Tennessee It wasn’t the way I would have picked to spend my time before start ing seventh grade but no one asked me My dad’s a project manager for a regional utility company and since he’d had to go he was sure my mom little brother and I would love to tag along I didn’t get to sleep in my own bed for months Mommy stinky fish said Ben wrinkling his nose I know said Mom nodding What’s going on 2