I
looked up, watching the moon. Tiger poked my side and chewed noisily on a long,
twisting and familiar dinosaur tail. I glared at him, wondering whose that was. Tiger was such a dick. “What? Do you want some?” Tiger flashed his sharp teeth
at me.
“No,
I don’t enjoy eating . . . whoever that is.” I looked down at it, getting
hungry. Goddammit.
“You
know Miz Mudsplatter?” Tiger took another bite. “She’s tail-less now.”
“Tiger,
what the fuck?” I rolled my eyes, mimicking our older sister whenever she came
back to see us. That wasn't too often, not with her living with some non-rejected
clan in what she called “society”.
“What?”
Tiger chewed on the tail in his mouth, opening wide so you could see inside of
it.
“Have
you seen Mom?” I tore my gaze away from the tail, looking at our deserted dump
of a dwelling. It wasn't much, it really wasn't even enough to call home–– it
was just a shithole next to a lava pit. Sometimes, I wonder if our family was
outcasted to the slums in hopes that we would disintegrate forever in the lava
pit. I wouldn't blame the others; sometimes I wanted Dad in the pit. I don’t
think it would matter much if Mom was in it too because sometimes, it felt like she
already was.
“What
do you think?” Tiger said, having swallowed. “If you haven’t seen her and I
haven’t seen her––”
“Then
no one’s seen her,” I finished with him. It was true, no one who mattered had
seen her if we hadn't. No one who didn't matter was looking for her anyway. I
sighed and sat back down in the nest; it was falling apart. Tiger was next to
me, still chewing on a tail and now staring at the moon. I looked over at the
tail again, my stomach growling. Tiger ripped off a piece for me and shoved it
in my mouth. I started chewing, swallowing down any feelings with it.
“You’re
welcome,” he said between chews. “You haven’t eaten anything all day, just
because we don’t have anyone to get us food, doesn't mean we can’t get it
ourselves.” Tiger meant that we could still steal food no matter what, even if
we had to chop off someone’s tail for it. “Have you seen Dad?”
“If
I haven’t––”I began when angry growls erupted around us. The sound of a coconut
that stunk of foul liquid smashing to the ground interrupted us. Tiger and I
crouched to the ground and our chewing stopped. I abruptly swallowed and
smacked Tiger when he didn't. Hadn't we been through this enough? He gave me a
pleading look while showing me that he had too much to swallow and he wasn't about to spit it out. I shook my head and gave him a demanding look. He scowled
and abruptly shut his jaw, beginning to chew again when he was lifted out of
the nest before I could do anything to help him.
“Who
are you?” I heard Dad sneer at him and watched Tigers terrified look reflected
in Dad’s eyes, twice the size of Tigers head. The tail dangled in his hand,
swinging. “What do you think you're doing here? You little shit!” He threw
Tiger down beside me in the nest and turned away, drinking from another
coconut. We both turned and stared,
hoping he would leave for the night. “What are you looking at?” he sneered and
threw the coconut at us. “Get out of here!” he yelled.
Tiger
and I looked at each other and scampered out of the nest toward the jungle as
the next coconut was thrown at us.
“Skittle?
You know that lava pit?” Tiger said to me after vomiting and finding a leaf big
enough to wear as a blanket around his shoulders. “Sometimes I wish that dad would burn in it.”
“You
don’t wish that,” I said, even though I knew he did.
He
just nodded. “I do.” He lay down on the ground next to me, looking up at the
unfamiliar jungle around us. “Do you think Mom will ever come back?”
“She’s
only been gone . . .” I had to think about it. How long had she been gone?
“Do
you think we’ll ever go back?” Tiger turned over on his side so that I couldn't see his face.
“No,
I don’t think we want to.” I stared at the back of his head until he rolled
over again, nodding in agreement. A flutter went through the tree tops. We sat up, looking around for danger. A second later, a small light shot out through
the leaves and down onto Tigers nose. “What is it?” he asked, in awe.
“A
firefly. Mom said they bring good luck.”