Sweet & Sour

Following their father’s last wish, his four sons carried him from the cloying bedroom, across the creaking boards of the hallway, through the kitchen, counters high with heavy bowls filled with foods brought by the neighbours, as some kind of offering, down the front steps, around the south side of the house, and laid him down under the black cherry tree, he himself had planted near thirty years before.

They knelt around him, two on each side.

A cuckoo landed in the tree, hopping from branch to branch. The sons lowered their eyes, and waited for the bird to sing.


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