Momma's Collection
Momma kept souls in mayonnaise jars. The kitchen cabinets and bedroom closets were stacked high with hundreds of tightly capped containers, each filled with a colorful, swirling mist.
During harvest moons, I accompanied Momma to the graveyards. While I hunkered behind a headstone, she stalked quietly, searching for misplaced souls. I remember clearly the yellow bob of Momma's flashlight, and the whoosh, whoosh of her swooping net.
After Momma died a psychic from Scobee purchased the entire collection.
Older now, and looking to capture souls like Momma did, I can't help wondering how she disposed of all that mayonnaise.
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