Friday, November 02, 2012

Flash fiction - The Shit-Eating Witch, by Kyi May Kaung

"Selling Bacolod." I am so touched, as this is really my way of "going home." I used to go to Thailand every year, about two times a year, but now it has stopped. My beloved aunt has died. I don't think relatives, or unimaginative people, understand writers, or the peripatetic need for taking trains, planes, hiring drivers etc. Because they can't read our facile and brilliant minds, and they certainly don't read our blogs. So, forget them, till your next trip. Fair enough. As for ghosts, I don't believe in the Halloween type - but do believe in ghosts when I am in Bali, and no one can beat our Burmese village ghosts. Case in point - the chee sarr sone or shit- eating witch, literally. At night she leaves her husband snoring by her side, and roams the outhouses eating shit. One night her husband awakes and finds his wife headless, as the wife's head is out eating - appearing to the unschooled eye as great rolling balls of fire in the distance. So next time she does that he smears the sap of the shampoo vine, which is slimy, on the headless neck, and low and behold, when she gets home she can't re-attach her head - and is shut down for good. Bwa ha haa - I knew you'd love that. In fact I had trouble re-attaching my own head when I came home to Burma after 8 months studying for a diploma in economic planning in Warsaw, Poland. Kyi. left on my friend Kanlaon's blog.
David Hammons - Untitled - Hirschorn Museum, DC. Photo copyright Kyi May Kaung

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