Audio: Unnaturally high-pitched squeak: “Hi Zed, this is the Easter Bunny.”
Zed: “Oh, hi. So, hey, it’s supposed to rain. Do you think you could hide the eggs today instead of on Easter?”
The Squeak: “Sure, sure. I’ll just make an extra stop at your grandparents’ house there in Salem. Until then, you be good. And I’ll hook up my flying carrot and be there real soon.”
Zed: “Okay, thanks.” Phone click. Dial tone. Whispering, “Mom, that was Daddy right?”
Visual: flourescent pink, neon green, buttercup yellow, wax crayon stripes and dots, stickers, wrap-arounds, feast of color
Olfactory: sour, clean-bathroom, vinegar smell
Kinesthesia: you have it, I have it, you have it, splat, shattered shell, crumbling home of never-to-be chick, hard albumen, smooth sheen under fingers
Flavors: egg-white, egg yellow, starch sits in back of throat until washed down with Brach’s syrupy caramel
The Unexpected: sadness at the possibility that Easter Egg hunts are a thing of the past (expected), pride and a sense that life is moving forward as it should (unexpected)
