Chapter 5 - Kreyol Pale Kreyol Komprann
They drove south for about half an hour talking about their morning with Mrs. Walcott until they came upon standstill traffic. The road was completely washed out due to the Mississippi River flooding and police were directing traffic to the only available road. So, with an abundance of indelicate language from Amy, they did as they were told and headed west.
The scenery swiftly morphed from highly populated cities to swamps, with thousands of shades of green and brown and textures that shifted from cloudlike to razor sharp. She hadn’t been out of Crescent for fear of discovery and capture so she sat in the passenger seat hypnotized by the wetlands and the wonders that only grew in this part of the world.
She saw eyes meticulously moving along the surface of the bright green-skinned water and birds with legs so long she was sure the songs she’d heard on the radio were about them. The trees that shaded the ground were a wonder in themselves. They were monstrous and gnarled and looked as old as time itself. Growing on every available treebranch were vines and moss that appeared to have grown together forming its own impenetrable layer. And to securely round out the creep factor, the fog that laid right on top of the still water seemed to be moving as if it were alive.
After traveling for about an hour, Theo’s stomach started growling loud enough to startle Amy from her fascinations. “Do you need something?” Amy insisted, staring at Theo’s stomach.
“Yeah, I’ve been getting hungry for a while now, but I didn’t want to say anything since we are already going so far out of the way” Theo rubbed his stomach unconsciously and frowned.
“Stop at the next restaurant, that noise is concerning” Amy stated, pointing at Theo’s stomach and giving him no room to argue.
They’d just passed the last city for a while, so Theo was concerned that there wouldn’t be a restaurant for hours, and just as he was finishing his thought they came upon a run down shack with an old sign that read Po a Pou Kwit Manje.
“Is that a restaurant?” Amy asked