Untitled - CSUN ScholarWorks - California State University, Northridge
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the sun.<br />
Near nap time, when the sun had drained the energy<br />
out of all the older people of the neighborhood, they sent<br />
the children to fish at the hole. Both they and the children<br />
knew there were no fish in the hole, but the children still sat<br />
around the brim as quiet as mice with an incredible surge of<br />
patience that kept them quiet so as not to disturb the fish.<br />
One hundred kids accidentally clicking their sticks together<br />
trying to hold them still. The shade of the buildings by that<br />
time of the day hid the kids from the sun. The parents lay<br />
in their beds with their windows open, and like fish they<br />
were lulled to sleep by the quiet noise of sticks quietly<br />
clicking.<br />
Thirsty birds would fly to the hole to bathe and drink.<br />
Thirsty neighborhood cats and dogs that traveled in packs<br />
afraid of children came out of the alleys at night to drink<br />
and rest while the neighborhood went into their apartments<br />
for dinner. The quiet street and the hole slept in the<br />
company of lazy animals under a sunset wind that smelled<br />
like autumn. After dinner, everyone went for one last<br />
nightswim and as a consequence, they began to notice the<br />
stars of the sky again. They reinvented constellations and<br />
astronomy and some made telescopes. They sat out by the<br />
swimming hole, wiping the filth off the sky with their<br />
sweaters, searching the sky for the late summer planets.<br />
They began to understand the cruelty of light pollution and<br />
would tum off all their lights and kept their heads turned,<br />
pretending to be preoccupied in some deep conversation<br />
about galaxies and nebulas, while the children played with<br />
slingshots under the street lamps. When all the lights on the<br />
block had been accidentally shot out, and night had cast<br />
itself over the swimming hole and the attentive<br />
neighborhood population, the stars would shine as bright<br />
as they do in the middle of the ocean.<br />
Nobody remembered the first day of school that year<br />
and they were all at the swimming hole when the bell rang.<br />
Everyone rushed away in panic, grabbing books and<br />
pencils.<br />
The monster had been gone a long time now. Old men<br />
and women with no jobs watered their plants and stared<br />
out their windows at the lonely water hole that was left for