novelxo Chapter 24
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."
All ten seated before him listened intently. 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 sound of rain never felt so nerve-wracking.
"I am an old man." His scratchy voice spoke softly. "I have seen a century's turn, and a storm's comings and goings. I have seen
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 dat has befallen us. Dere have been a many a ting in my life dat I wish I no see. Many people who say
dey be de devil; but I tink not.
I am but an 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 it always look you in de eye. It always come in de day, and in de night. It take your life and
my life. I see it come and look like you and me, before it runs like a dog.
Do you see de devil? No, only it see you. It no care if you scream and yell. It no care if you boy, girl, woman or man. It no care if
even it kill its own.
Yes, in my life I see many a ting. Many people covered in blood for many years. De blood is all we have left.
Have you ever seen fresh blood? It is thick, and it bubbles, but it always flows like de rain dat 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 you...you speak of food?
It is much better for you and I to not fill our bellies. Too much fat and de devil smell you better. De devil hear a grumbling
stomach. It sound like an elephant in its ears.
No, our food can wait, but de devil needs to eat more. It shed blood more and more as de days carry on, until...dere is no until.
Dis never, ever ends. Dat is why dere be no God. No Jesus. No God let such a ting rule. No God sit back and watch as de
bubbly blood flows like a river at our doorstep.
No, I believe in no God, but I do believe in de devil. I see him many times before, as he see me. I am an old man, and my time to
meet de devil draws nearer each day. I will see his eyes stare into mine, but by den, it be too late. God gone, only de devil take
me home.
Now, kill de fire...and make not one sound for de coming days.
For if we die, we die wit empty bellies."