Sunday, September 14, 2014

Let Sleeping Alligators Die

by Eskil Percifield of Baie Rebelle
The Piece of Cake mystery series


Is it just me, or has anybody else noticed that common sense just ain't so common anymore? Seems like everywhere you turn, you run into somebody doing something that doesn't make a lick of sense. Like folks who complain about the kids these days. They complain about everybody havin' a cell phone and kids not playing outdoors the way they did when they were young. But the world's a different place than it was 50 years ago. 

Tell me when was the last time you saw a pay phone. Can you even remember? Why even here in Baie Rebelle, they're disappearing. The one outside the Gator Pit was yanked out a few years back and I don't know where you'd find one now. 

These days, who wants to send their teenage daughter out on a date with nothing but a dime in her shoe? Do you city folks really want to send your kids out to play and not check on 'em until suppertime? That doesn't make any sense a-tall. Listen, I'm not fond of many of the changes going on in the world today, but I hope I'm smart enough to know when to go with the tide and when to swim against it. 

And what about the advice to "follow your heart"? Seems like I'm always hearing somebody spout off that particular piece of advice, but if you ask me, that's just about the quickest way to meet up with disaster. Sometimes you gotta think a thing through. 

Take my current predicament for example. Silas Laroche was a worthless swamp rat. Everybody in Baie Rebelle knew it. His own mama knew it, and folks it don't get much worse than that. If a fella's mama can see his rotten core, there's no hope. Silas was like a crafty old alligator, just lying in wait to see what kind of hurt he could cause. 

My heart told me to put him out of his misery--or at least put myself out of the misery he caused me and mine. I could have done it, too. Wouldn't have taken much. But doing a thing like that maybe ain't so smart. Of course, it would be best for the town and everyone in it. So maybe removing old Silas from the planet could be considered a public service. 

Whatever you want to call it, somebody actually did it, And sure enough, the law is taking exception with the results and they seem to think I'm responsible. There ain't no common sense involved there, neither. Seems like the sheriff would be smart enough to let things along. Let sleeping alligators die, so to speak. But no, they gotta sniff around and poke into things that aren't any of their business -- and all because of old Silas Laroche.

Even dead, he's no use to anybody. Come set a spell with me in Baie Rebelle and you'll see what I mean.


Jacklyn Brady lives on the Gulf Coast and writes the Piece of Cake Mystery series which is set in New Orleans and features cake artist and trained pastry chef, Rita Lucero.

Rebel Without a Cake, book #5 in the Piece of Cake Mystery Series, is available at your favorite bookseller now! Jacklyn loves to hear from readers. Connect with her on the web: Website | Facebook | Twitter

photo credit pay phone: krystian_o via photopin cc 
photo credit alligator: FlyinPhotography via photopin cc

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