The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

This Old Man

"Gather 'round me." The downcast, grey-haired, boney old man commanded his family around a fire that was burning inside the small stone hut that was hidden deep within a forest.

Collected amongst him were a younger man and woman, along with eight small boys and girls. Each and every member of the family all sat Indian-style on the floor before the old man.

"We must find food before the day is through, great-grandfather." The younger man said.

Staring directly at the man, the old man replied, "Your food is not important. But I tell each and every one of you dis, I shall not eat until de dawn comes back."

The rain came thrashing down upon the hut with the full force of a hurricane in the making. They were all accustomed to it, but on that particular evening, the

men of great stature speak great tings, and other men of great stature devour de living. But in all my time, I never see such a grave dilemma as de one

old man. I have no sense. Dese people, dey come, and dey go. Dey speak, and before you know, dey speak no more. Dis old man, he see many suns, and many moons. I see de sun cross in between de moon two times. But I see someting else, too. I know it be de devil, 'cause

see you. It no care if you scream and yell.

ting. Many people covered in blood

punishes dis great earth of ours. De blood is what de devil has been cravin' for years. It craves for it now as I sit here and speak. And

bellies. Too much fat and de devil smell you better. De devil hear a