Daddy I promise I'll be good... Let me out... Please Daddy! Please!!
Jim Wilson had a bad son. A very bad son.
"Lying to me?? Some goddamn Father's Day gift!" he fumed.
The huge man sat on the rotten back porch, chewing on the end of a cheap cigar, listening to cicadas.
"Goddamn racket. Can I have some goddamn peace for once?"
His mind briefly passed over his son Benny and the hole that he left him in.
"Who gives his parent 'cemetery honey'?"
It was common knowledge in the hollow that eating honey from bees that dug tunnels in church yards and cemeteries would kill you. It must have taken Benjamin a good bit of time to collect it too. Those bees were scattered in all directions in multiple, deep holes. He had asked his son how he did it.
"The cemetery man, daddy."
"What cemetery man?"
"He gave me the honey. Said to be sure to give it to my God fearing father on Father's Day."
"Bullshit. Tell me the truth boy. There ain't no "Cemetery Man'. You did it."
Whack!!
The force of the strike sent the boy off his feet and two front teeth flying across the floor of the ancient kitchen.
Now Benny sat in an open grave alongside his mother's burial mound and Jim was going to town to get some special company on this day that honored him.
He gazed nonchalantly at the overcast sky. Looked like rain. He had better hurry up and get dressed. Maybe put on some of that cheap cologne the boy had stolen for him last Father's Day.
That night it rained cats and dogs and Jim could hear loud wailing and screeching for a time after midnight until it all at once stopped. He reared up in his bed next to Melody.
"What's wrong, honey?" she murmured, lying on her stomach, face buried in a pillow behind him.
"I forgot something..."
"What?"
"Oh shit.. Hold on."
Jim rubbed his face and then slowly got up and pulled on his clothes and yellow rain slicker.
"Stay put. I'll be back shortly."
Lightening barreled across the sky and the rain crashed down. Wind had picked up from the south.
Head down, he hopped off the porch and began to barge down the path. As he looked up he abruptly stopped.
On the trail leading to the graves stood the silhouette of an extremely tall dark figure wearing a wide brimmed hat and next to him a small boy, holding a glass jar.
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"Cemetery Honey"
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