A VOICE OF DARKNESS
An evil darkness lingers over Amishville, Indiana every weekend.
“ My name is Elroy Cahlahan. I am a tall stump of a man standin’ nearly six foot five and a’most 300 pounds. I wear a lot of bib overalls and white t-shirts. I have long black hair and a wild fuzzi’ beard. My beautiful wife Eve on the other hand is jus’ the opposite. She only weighs ‘bout 100 pounds soakin’ wet, an’ she is built like a bric’ sh’, well ya’ all know whit I mean. She looks lik’ Elly Mae Clampett on the Beverly Hillibillies with dark hair instead of blonde. We ‘ave be’n hitched nearly five years now.
I work at th’ local feed store call’d Peabody’s Feed an’ Seed, my boss’s name is Clint. It tis’ a good thin’ too, cause my Eve sure do lik’ her critters. We own a mes’ of them, chick’ns, turk’ys, ducks, rabbits, and so on. Iffin’ ya’ all can name it or et’ it, we probably own it. We own nearly forty acr’s ‘bout twenty miles this side from town. My favrit’ pass time is lyin’ in our sunflower field to take a little’ snooz’ or two.”
Across the field in the bright blue sky, of high noon, filled up with darkness but not a cloud was in sight. The air suddenly felt like ice on this hot and muggy August afternoon,normally the hottest month of the year in Amishville, Indiana. The huge oak trees in the distant were weaving to and fro, but no wind was blowing, not even the slightest breeze. The frolicking critters of nature all took cover. This darkness fast approaching was evil, I could feel it in my bones.
The ground started rumbling, and the oak trees started bending in the middle for mercy. The darkness kept getting closer until I was completely engulfed in it.
A voice pierced my ear with sharpness. A screeching voice that I knew all too well.
A voice that strikes fear in everything and everyone around it. A voice that never ceases to criticize me and my ways.
The darkness is the voice’s huge body hovering over me, as I sleep in this field of sunflowers.
The darkness is suppose to be female named Bertha. She is a extra large plus size, wearing a sleeveless moo-moo. Her hair is grey and long and wild like Medusa’s, including the hair under her armpits. Her teeth are bright white and large. Her mouth takes up half of her face. She has a small button nose and cold black beady eyes.
Bertha looks nothing like my beautiful wife Eve, even though she is her mother.
Unfortunately is time once again for Bertha’s weekly, weekend visit.
P. S. “Howdy Folks, Elroy Calahan here again, I just wanted to share one of my favorit’ dishes with ya’all. My beautiful wife Eve sur’ do know how’s to cook. This here recip’ is from The Geezer Cookbook. Tis called Dove w/Mushroom, but jus’ to let ya city slickers know, it works mighty fine fer pigeons:
Dove w/Mushroom
(1) 16 Dove breasts
(2) 4 cups of Rice, uncooked
(3) Salt and Pepper to taste
(4) 4 Tbsp. mararine
(5) 1/2 tsp. rosemary
(6) 1 lb whole mushrooms
(7) 1 medium onion, chopped
(8) 1 1/4 cup favorite wine
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. saute rice in skillet with margarine over medium heat. Cook until light brown in color. Place rice in bottom of casserole dish. Rest Dove breasts, meat-side up, on rice. sprinkle with lemon juice, salt, pepper and rosemary. Surround breasts with mushrooms and onion. Pour wine over meat and rice. Cover and bake 30 minutes or until rice is fluffy and breasts are tender and cooked through.













