Rewriting Stella

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by Tuttle, Dan;


  62.

  “What do you mean?” “Best decorative awards

  aren’t ones of gold. That’s stuff you buy. They’re won.

  You customized it so that it records

  BLING’s courage. Call it ‘Badge of Braves’. The fun

  can come from ladders of accomplishment,

  from ways to recognize our newfound skills

  both practical and cattywompus,” glint

  in mischief’s eye of wondrous future thrills.

  “Kuchizi,” Stella said, appreciative

  of how he’d snowballed tiny gift she’d made

  into an avalanche initiative

  to orient how Pioneers upgrade,

  “I’d rather strive for items we define

  than to adults our future goals consign.”

  63.

  A few days on, they found themselves at school

  again before Miss Gumi, who was out

  of sorts. Instead of standing, on a stool

  she sat, addressing them. “This is about

  a crime that I’ve discovered. Someone stole

  a piece of precious jewelry husband owns.

  You need to help me show that it’s a mole

  inside who took it. Housegirls, it’s well-known,

  cannot be trusted.” Her hard eyes teared up

  as she wove tale she’d tell about the case.

  “It happened in my house, while we two supped.

  On upstairs windowsill’s long narrow space

  we’d placed his wedding ring along with mine…

  We take them off to eat to keep their shine.

  64.

  I finished maharagwe, got mine back,

  left dishes for the housegirl, went to bed.

  My husband soon found his had been hijacked

  from off the ledge, and mwizi’d long since fled!”

  She rubbed her eyes clear of their hue cayenne,

  and stagily turned bare hands for kids’ view.

  “I need a volunteer to help, spry men

  preferred. Tour scene and prove to cops it’s true.”

  The Afroasiatic Pioneers

  locked eyes immediately and therefore smirked

  as if they’d each embedded in the peer

  the mission: to track down whoever lurked

  and would so brazenly from teachers steal.

  Next quest delivered: problem-solve the real!

  65.

  They hurtled up to ask, after the bell,

  with word ‘upstairs’ perturbing Stella. Such

  a term tripped acrophobic inner swell.

  The fear, however, hadn’t Abu touched.

  “Miss Gumi,” Stella said, “I’ll volunteer.”

  The teacher passed her up: “Boys are in line.

  Stand back a moment; don’t be galling, dear,

  I told you that it’s men I’m here to find.”

  “Miss Gumi,” posed Abu as next in queue,

  “I’m spry and clever. Promise I can look

  around your property for signs or clues

  residually left by shady crook.”

  “You’ll look and see it’s clear who culprit was,”

  she said, no further word ’bout truth for fuzz.

  66.

  Ab nodded. Gumi said, “Come Ijumaa.”

  Departing kids conferred. “Stel, we can go

  this Friday after class!” “Save your hurrah.

  I’ve half a mind to back out and not show.”

  “That’s silly. It’s a quest, and gold’s at stake.”

  “Help decent people? Sure. But she rejects

  girls’ contributions. Why work for her sake?

  A disqualification due to sex

  is basically black-hearted, baseless both.”

  “It isn’t conscious, Stella, simple fear

  of danger – ’twas a crime scene – made her loath

  to ask a girl. Boys are more cavalier.”

  “Thanks for the lesson, Ab. You’re quite the knight

  and clearly wouldn’t lose in a fistfight.”

  67.

  Stel brought best Iron Man glare to bear on Ab.

  Absorbing mocking blow theatrically,

  he rolled his eyes as apt riposting jab.

  “Don’t hate the messenger. See actively

  what others see. Where we live you’re not first.”

  He sped past need for her assent: “Let’s bag

  ourselves a criminal!” Adventure thirst

  would override Stel’s ire toward schoolmarm hag.

  Her negativity was useful for

  adopting sharp suspicion as the lens

  through which to view her classmates. Looking more

  for criminals produced them: mind contends

  the truth is what stems from the searching act,

  ignores affirming bias in found fact.

  68.

  It’s seen in life this pattern, off and on,

  in which two people swirl into a new

  reality constructed whereupon

  assumption and misdoubt both misconstrue

  the facts. Facts are themselves up for dispute,

  but better as foundations for a truth

  than slippery emotions. To refute

  emotion isn’t possible. A sleuth

  can differentiate the two, if asked

  and given time and practice. That intent

  gets lost beneath lies piled in leaden mass.

  Such storytime turns throng toward lies’ dement.

  This instance, Stel and Ab would both succumb

  naïvely under untruth’s heavy thumb.

  69.

  Next three days’ searched suspicions yielded zilch,

  despite review of every classmate who

  had motive to have broken in to filch

  the golden ring from Gumi’s Xanadu.

  Some time near Friday hour unspecified

  they zoomed across the village to inspect

  the grounds on which the villain lurked outside

  the evening of the crime. They rightly checked

  the bushes ’round the property for tools

  discarded, maybe hidden, by the thief,

  for handholds on the wall or nodules

  and other artificial-made relief.

  “I think you’d need the wingspan of Yao Ming

  to climb this,” said Abu, “Hey Stel—where’s BLING?”

  70.

  With pause on the investigation, they

  refocused gaze to ground to find the beast.

  Five minutes’ searching made them no headway.

  “He’ll turn up. Let’s go in,” Stel said. They ceased

  the hunt. “Miss Gumi, hodi! Hodi!” called

  Abu traditionally as a knock

  on door, permission to be guest. From walled

  two-story rich abode clicked heavy lock.

  Their teacher nudged it open, peered with thin

  eyes into dying light. “I’m here to dig

  into the heist.” “Yes. But, you’ve brought a twin

  and I don’t think it’s task that’s really big

  enough for two. Can you stay out?” “No, I’m

  his partner and we’re both here solving crime.”

  71.

  Four seconds and an exhalation hence

  the metal door swung open, kids went in.

  Stel hadn’t been in house near this immense.

  Was it for showing off or housing kin?

  She scanned the room and found that window bars

  prevented any entrance undesired.

  Collected wildlife relics in glass jars

  stood on cloth doilies. On walls Stel admired

  three megafauna’s taxidermied snouts.

  She wondered what price such mementos fetched:

  Stel felt Miss Gumi’s husband must have clout

  (or cash) for having house that cloudward stretched.

  “As
you can clearly see, the house is sealed.

  There’s not a chance the crook came from afield.

  72.

  It’s evident the culprit was inside,

  which means the housegirl.” “But you said there’s more.”

  “Oh did I? Yes, of course.” “You had implied

  that all of this occurred on second floor.”

  Indeed she’d shared a second story, so

  she took them up the stairs. “That’s where I said

  we put the rings.” Bars spaced enough for crow

  to perch and snatch them. “Miss Gu, you’re misled:

  a rogue could climb the wall outside and steal

  two rings set here.” “There’s little there to hold!

  They couldn’t. It’s apparent girl concealed

  the ring somewhere so she could sell the gold.

  Agreed? Yes? Good. Let’s end our little trip,

  I’ll take you—AAH!” she screamed. Pup screeched back, YIP!

  73.

  “Don’t worry Miss, it’s just my pup. He snuck

  his way inside and up the stairs,” Stel guessed,

  since looking out she saw the gate was stuck.

  He’d hopped up where Miss pointed, sniffing nest

  of decoration there. Miss spat at dog,

  with cobra stare of predator on spree

  to add to trophies. “Nenda or I’ll flog

  you, too, Stel! Mungu! Get this savage flea-

  encrusted ball of fluff off countertop

  before he breaks the – Easter – eggs I’ve bought!

  If I catch him, I’ll pay first barbershop

  that’s willing to give shaving him a shot.”

  The kids were taken back by forceful tone,

  not knowing she no animals condoned.

  74.

  An undeterred BLING meanwhile bounced around,

  in yipping pandemonium toward host

  in whom he sensed hostility. “My hound

  has not a flea,” said Stel, then turned to ghost

  as quickly as she could. She hooked Abu

  and booked it down the stairs, BLING close behind.

  Once clearing outside gate, triadic crew

  took respite to calm down. “Why she maligned

  your BLING’s beyond me.” “Me too.” “She was crazed.”

  “But not at the beginning of the scene.”

  “Did we do something?” “Dunno. I’m amazed

  she turned so quickly sour from serene.”

  “She must not represent our country well

  while traveling with husband’s clientele.”

  75.

  The nighttime breeze blew softly, gently though

  it carried not a single lightning bug

  to cast a fonder light on inked tableau

  of three disheartened souls in need of hugs.

  The mood, thanks to their hasty exit, drooped

  as low as branches overhead where dwelt

  a hundred mangoes. “Ab, did you see cooped

  up in those jars the claws and bones and pelts?”

  “Yes, and the dozen Easter eggs she showed.”

  “You think those were an imitation?” “They

  weren’t painted. Those were nature’s hues and glow.

  It felt like some museum from far away.”

  (The real museum they’d tour was yet five years

  and thousand leagues away, of dams and weirs.)

  76.

  On path back home Stel carried BLING. The walk

  was easy but she felt possessive since

  Miss Gumi’s glance transmogrified to gawk

  and she said words at which Stel’d took offense.

  “I’m not inclined to help her after that,”

  said Stella. “Let it go, Stel. She was thrown

  when BLING crept up.” “That’s not what fell most flat.

  It’s that her story doesn’t seem her own.

  No housegirl under such oppressive rule

  would dare her life to take a ring. And why

  right then? She’s been there years. And why at school

  did Gumi bring it up? We can’t rely

  on her account.” “But you can’t prove the crime

  was otherwise…” “I can! We’ll learn to climb.”

  77.

  “To climb? You’re joking. You hate heights.” “I do.”

  “You also saw there aren’t handholds outside.”

  “If we get good enough we could find you

  appraised them wrong. They’re small.” “Your hands would slide

  right off of them.” “So you’re an expert now?

  Is this your ‘cavalier’ side coming back?”

  He grinned. He wanted fun, no matter how,

  and taking Stella’s bait was easy tack.

  If proving Gumi wrong would vengeance make,

  and on the journey yield new worlds of trees,

  then Abu would this friendly challenge take

  and relish in discovered canopies.

  “I’m in. Let’s both compete for Monkey Crest

  for Pioneers who swing above the rest!”

  78.

  When next day broke, as sun cast sky in lime

  and peach and purple, scarlet, daffodil,

  and blue, with silver molding to enshrine

  each puffy cloud, the kids stood, half the thrill

  arising from their predawn sprints from bed

  to prearranged location where they’d start

  to train to loose their anchor to the tread

  of feet on ground, to master callused art

  of climbing. Rope in tow and harness formed

  from clever threading through a pair of slacks

  they’d eyeleted, then roped, then darned. Adorned

  with makeshift minimum, Ab’s look there lacked

  much credibility. Gusto was all

  they needed, Stella hoped—and not to fall.

  79.

  As Stella sidled up to chosen tree

  they’d use to calibrate their starting strength,

  Abu raked up some greens, abundantly

  amassing floral bed of width and length

  sufficient to remove the pain of plunge

  they knew would happen more than once. Their health

  required that falls be broken by this sponge

  of twigs, vines, leaves, ferns, moss, all verdant wealth

  so easily available in woods.

  With safety checked and rope belayed from limb,

  their bodyweight on tether’s swing withstood,

  the joy of starting new things filled to brim

  their smiles and their attitudes. “We’re here

  to write our legacy as Pioneers!”

  80.

  Without belaboring each shimmied stride,

  suffice to say they progressed rapidly.

  Their midday record height was right beside

  the midway fork of tree, where sap slid free

  from knot suggesting wound from long ago.

  “I think we’re on the track,” Abu called out,

  “to make it to the top.” “Well, tally ho!”

  rejoined belayer’s joyful skyward shout.

  Enthusiasm often gets the best

  of kids engrossed in playtime wonderment.

  At least, it did on this day, as wee pest

  like whirling ash from fire flew under, went

  in swirling eddies ’round him. It transfixed

  once landing where its feet touched sap betwixt

  81.

  the two thick spines conjoined at trunk’s midpoint,

  where ants reopened gash that pooled with juice.

  Gray dragonfly now stuck there at the joint

  flapped wings hard, futilely. Beats couldn’t loose

  from perch. Its past midair complexity –

  fly’s tacking way through cliff winds – had impressed


  Abu, who stretched. “My thumb can flex it free

  if I just let this handhold go.” He’d wrest

  trapped soul with little nudge. His outward lean

  sent Stella’s spine a-shiver, fearing that

  a minor slip would cause his quick careen

  toward earth! (And possibly foot past the mat

  they’d diligently made to break a fall

  but hoped on hope they’d use not once at all.)

  82.

  The fear became reality as bark

  stripped off the limb that levered Abu’s feet,

  his body dropped in unexpected arc.

  With all his might he pushed, prior to the cleat

  dislodging from its perch, toward where the bed

  was sitting twenty feet below, its edge

  five feet away. He wished he’d further spread

  the pad of plants before he climbed, and pledged

  that if, when hitting ground, he did survive

  he’d never make the same mistake again.

  The THUD! that struck as frame to ground arrived

  brought water to Stel’s eyes, which saw there, then,

  unmoving body strewn across the brink

  of ground and bed. She found her heart then sink

  83.

  in dread she’d lost her other self. Regret

  swept through her body, tears welled up, she choked

  away expected crying, but a sweat

  of fear and sorrow broke out, unprovoked.

  And in the silence even BLING stayed mum,

  his canine sense suggesting something flawed.

  Then all at once Abu launched himself from

  the ground, and spooked them both, broke through façade

  that he’d been hurt! To Stella’s clear relief,

  he asked, “Bad joke?” with grin while dusting off.

  “I’m bruised, but couldn’t pass up giving grief.

  It’s just six meters, hamna noma,” scoffed

  Abu at Stel’s overt concern. “And hey,

  that dragonfly—I saw it fly away.”

  84.

  They called a pause to climbing, sat to talk,

  and debrief what they’d learned. “The limits of

  our arms suggest we’ll never glide like hawks,

  but still can scurry ’tween the trees above

  pedestrians.” “I’m not sure that we’ll feel

  the strength to climb up Gumi’s wall,” Abu

  replied, “still think that someone climbed? Grate steel

  prevents a hand from entering.” “That’s true

  downstairs, but on the second floor’s enough

  space to squeeze smallish arms in.” “Oh? Okay.

  I hate to say it’s really looking tough

  to prove that wall was climbable.” “One day

  is all we’ve tried, and look how we’ve improved.”

  From terra’s grip they’d not yet be removed.

  85.

 

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