For details on the Ligo Haibun Challenge, visit the website here. This week’s challenge topics were the sun or childhood memories of summer camps. I chose the latter. Here goes:
FIVE. MORE. DAYS.
Hot. So hot. The heat feels like a wet wool blanket, heavy and scratchy, oppressive and all-encompassing. She can hardly breathe the air. It’s thick as liquid, the oxygen so so so slowly diffusing through lung tissue and into her blood stream, she feels dizzy from the hypoxia. Sonorous snoozing sounds drift about, and she wonders: How can anyone sleep in this airless cabin?
An errant fly lands on her nose. She contemplates swatting at it, but that might generate more heat. She wriggles her face, huffs hot breath from her mouth, but still, the stubborn insect stays, and she wonders: How can hair-thin legs tickle so?
She succumbs and shoos the pesky varmint. But that doesn’t dissuade it—for not long after it’s lofted into the air, it’s landed back on her thigh. Her slick, sweating thigh. The fly sits there, doing fly things, and she wonders: Was there ever so stubborn a creature?
To this question, she has an answer: Yes, her mother. You’ll have fun. You’ll make friends. You’ll learn stuff. Those words float back to her on ceaseless currents of irony, as she counts the minutes until sunrise and the next caliginous day begins.
And on this second long, hot, sleepless night with snoring and insects and questions with circular answers if any at all, she wonders: How long can this week last?
the summer camp blues
heat, insects, petty cat fights
someone take her home