2011 winter fwriters csmith diorama

by Curtis Smith

A mother and her son paused before the polar bear diorama. Inside, a cub huddled against its mother. A seal carcass lay before them, blood on the snow. The boy stood close. None of it was real, the mother said, a statement neither truth nor lie. The scene radiated its eerie beauty, and in the glass, her son's reflection. Perhaps taxidermy was an art form, but so was opera, and she didn't care for that either.

They passed the mountain lions, the zebras, the hyenas. Light spilled from each scene, checkerboard splashes in the dim hallway. The mother sat on a bench in the hallway's center. Her boy toured the room. He was curious but not overwhelmed. He paused before the grazing impala. The mother wondered how the impala had died, whether it had been shot or poisoned—its hide harvested for this incomplete resurrection. Her son studied the leopard that had latched onto a wildebeest's humped shoulder. His mother watched him, a shadow drifting through a frozen sea.

As a girl, she'd come here with her father. Certain elements struck her with unanticipated clarity, the leopard's bared fangs, the parallel and bloody wounds clawed into the wildebeest's hide. Two years ago, her father had died, and now the woman was saddened that his image had turned so slippery. She closed her eyes—searching, searching—until she recalled how small her hand had felt in his. Until she heard the click of his shoes as she struggled to keep pace. Until she smelled the rain and cigarettes on his coat.

The mother rose and walked to her son. He'd stopped before a display closed for renovations. A curtain hung behind the glass. The boy positioned himself at the glass's edge and peered through an unguarded sliver. His mother knelt beside him. Inside a man sat on a stool, his back to them. The man worked a threaded needle through a tiger's neck. The boy glanced up and smiled. "Pretty cool, huh?" the mother whispered, as if they were trespassers, thieves of a treasure no vault or king could hold.

* "The Diorama" first appear in Night Train.

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About the Author

Curtis Smith's stories and essays have appeared in over sixty literary reviews and have been cited by The Best American Short Stories, The Best American Mystery Writing, and The Best American Spiritual Writing. He has published three novels, An Unadorned Life (by the now defunct Neshui Publishing), and Sound and Noise and Truth or Something Like It (both from Casperian Books). Press 53 has released his last two story collections, Bad Monkey and The Species Crown. March Street Press has published two collections of his flash fiction. This coming winter, Sunnyoutside Publishing will release his essay collection, Witness. For more information on Curtis Smith, visit www.curtisjsmith.com.

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