Narrated by Slippers
SmaaaWKKK! CluonAWKK!
An loud squawk echo through di drizzle like church bell gone rogue.
Could it be Socks and Shoes…
Or just more parish confusion?
Lady Dee stomp up di lane soaked like coconut shell lef inna rain.
Her tote bag sagging, hair wet, patience wearing slippers thin.
Me?
Mi drag behind pon bungle cord like mi a protest mascot fi pet burnout.
Trevor strut beside we like him leading security detail, and Bubbles?
Wrapped in cling wrap like airport luggage, bobbing wid attitude.
We stop outside Miss Shirley village shop — di parish headquarters fi mix-up, mourning, and mango rumours.
Lady Dee pin up one fresh “MISSING” sign right under di rum specials board:
1 Ripe Julie Mango Per Bird – No Questions Asked.
She barely stick it good before Miss Shirley peek through di window — eyebrow first.
Lady Dee: “Miss Shirley… yuh see two yellow birds pass yah lately?
One name Socks. Di other name Shoes.”
Miss Shirley: “Hmm… Mi mighta see two flashy feathers fly through Pastor Demus church window yestideh.
Deacon trip ova him tambourine — choir never recover yet.”
Mi head raise.
Lady Dee spin like she hear Lotto numbers.
Then it happen.
From up above:
SQUAWWK!!
PEEPA! PEEPA!!
Thunder roll.
Wind pick up.
One lone feather float down like it get call from central casting.
Mi look up —
Two yellow birds circle di old zinc church roof like dem launching album.
Lady Dee mouth drop open.
Trevor pause mid-chew — shades slip down him nose.
Even Bubbles stop swirl and press against di tank like:
“Tell mi mi eye nuh lying.”
Lady Dee tighten her grip pon di tote, adjust di cap, and seh:
“Mi love unnu, but mi nah scale church wall inna wet clothes.”
“Unnu really fly gone up pon di HOUSE OF GOD like is concert venue?”
She point one righteous finger toward di steeple like she calling down angel intervention.
“Socks! Shoes! Come down before mi start read Psalm 91 out loud!”
Miss Shirley gone back inside like she nah inna rooftop rescue.
Trevor look impressed.
Slippers roll over pon him side like him done wid di whole series.
Mi step close and whisper:
“Mi did seh we shoulda stay a England.”
Bubbles blow a long bubble that translate to:
“Mi cyaan swim but mi ready fi dive out this madness.”
Rain start come back.
Lady Dee look up at dem birds —
and seh:
But as usual… mi know she lying.
Because mi see her stepping back —
checking the height like she planning a holy climb.
Coming Up Next:
Episode 6 – Scene 6: Birds Pon Di Church Roof – Rescue or Revival?
Lady Dee decide — if di birds nah come down,
she going UP.
Rain falling, choir done, Pastor Demus ready fi faint…
And Trevor?
Him setting up a lawn chair like him bring popcorn.
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