Was it Murder?
I was nineteen years old, I had not seen my old home town for so long the sadness left my heart, and started to fill my bones.
I missed Knowles-ville so much it started getting to me, so I packed a bag and left with my older brother.
When I arrived I visited my cousin, I had not seen Beau in a long time, he fed me a warm meal and then let me borrow his fishing pole.
It was the year 1999, I was boy who had no clue what lye just straight ahead.
I was fishing the Erie canal thinking and wishing my old friends were there with me, Oh!! how I missed the guys, my friends, 14 feels like it was an eternity ago.
The sun over my head started beaming down an immense amount of heat, so I moved further up the canal bank towards the Island.
The Island we called an Island because due to the creek we had to walk through it was surrounded by water on all sides. We also called the Island the point, because it was where the canal trail ended, then opened up into a wide basin of water, then it picked back up on the other side, we called the basin wide waters.
With my fishing rod in hand on the Island was a man, who looked like he was camping, more like he had been living on the Island.
"What are you doing here" he asked.
Fishing, I replied
"Is their anyone with you"? the guy asked.
Nah, just me trying my luck, came back home to relive some old memories, decided to do some fishing.
"Want a beer"
Sure, I could use a drink.
"So you like the weather we been having"
Sure old man,
"Wanna smoke some weed"
maybe some other time man, I gotta be getting back.
The man stood in front of me and asked,
"What you have to go'?
I noticed he had a side arm? he had a real peculiar look in his eye's,
He stumbled to grab me,
I took out my old bone handled fishing knife,
sharp as an ace,
across his neck gave a slice,
as fast as a flash I kicked him backwards into the drink,
then walked back into my life.