Flower Moon by Gina Linko

Author:Gina Linko
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sky Pony Press
Published: 2017-11-28T05:00:00+00:00

12

The next day I did my morning chores, avoiding everyone and everything that I could, feeling surly. It had been an extra-long night of tossing and turning, of trying to talk myself out of the realization I had faced last night, wishing I had the rhythm of Bones’s breathing to help me get to sleep. Instead, I had a little ball of rage shimmying around in my midsection, wanting to scream at both my sister and my aunt, and my mama too, for good measure.

When I had gathered my wits I went to confront Aunt Grania. But I couldn’t find her anywhere.

“Fat Sam said she and Molly-Mae went wedding shopping in Brunswick,” Digger said when I found him and Tempest sitting at one of the picnic tables outside of the Candy Wagon.

“What are you doing?” I asked Tempest, sounding crabby, exactly how I was feeling.

She had her shoebox of junk sitting on the table, but the only thing she’d taken out was an old, tarnished silver spoon. It sat on the table by itself, its handle adorned with an engraved, cursive G. Tempest had her hands folded in her lap, and she stared at that spoon intently.

“Be quiet,” Digger warned. “She told me not to talk.”

I stole a piece of Digger’s elephant ear—with extra powdered sugar—and I thanked the Lord above for Molly-Mae and her way around the deep fryer. Digger shoved the rest of the elephant ear into his mouth at once and tried to talk around it.

I finished my bite. “Wait until you swallow. Jeez, get some manners.”

“What’s wrong with your sister?” he asked.

“She must be thinking,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“I’m not thinking,” Tempest answered. “I mean, I am. I’m always thinking. You’re always thinking. It’s not like we’re ever not thinking. But I’m doing something else too.”

“It doesn’t look like you’re doing anything but studying that silly spoon,” Digger said, giving me a grin.

Tempest gave her head a swift shake and sighed, like she’d given up on something. “You think thoughts are powerful, Tally?” She looked up at me, all earnest-like.

“Of course thoughts are powerful. They’re ideas, and ideas are the first step to getting something done.”

“No,” Tempest said, shaking her head. “More literal-like. I mean powerful. Like, can thoughts affect the environment around you?”

“I don’t get what you’re talking about.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Tempest sighed, picking up the spoon and dropping it into her cardboard box. Then she pulled out a few different things: several small springs, a broken watch, a spool of wire.

Digger chewed loudly, swallowing even more loudly. “I know what you mean, Tempest. You were fixing to bend that spoon with your mind. Is that what you were doing?”

Tempest smiled. “Yeah, exactly. But I couldn’t do it.”

I looked from Digger to Tempest. “What?”

“It’s a thing,” Digger explained. “Bending spoons with mind power. Magicians and such do it. Or attempt to. They just try to bend it right at the neck with nothing but their thought waves.” Digger waggled his eyebrows.

“That sounds impossible,” I said.

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