Bali Notes – Bad Flower Day (WORSE NOW)
(Me, Djin, Bok Bok, Heron, and drunk bald Jim)
Bali see weird flower. Smell like death soup left in sun. Bali pick it. Goopy. Slimy like snail snot. But it no bite or sting. Just pfffff—little spore mist come out.
We keep walking through more flowers. LOTS. All stinky. All full of bad dust. Every time we step, they go POOF! and shoot stinky spores into Bali’s spore holes (nose holes? mouth holes? who know).
Bali feel dizzy. Legs wobbly. Brain soft like jelly. Try do flip—fall on face. Try beat Djin in race—LOSE. Shame!!
Then Bali see shiny in distance. SHINY = GO FAST. We run fast. Find more corpses. All wrapped up in BAD VINES. Like the vines eat people and then wear them like coats. Not nice. Not natural.
We get new friend! His name JIM. Bald. Drunk. Yell a lot. Funny. Came from ship too. Now we got Djin and Jim. Bali confuse. Too many J-sound men. Djin not like Jim. Jim not care. Jim got wine breath and good boots.
THEN… BALI NEARLY DIE. Corpse flower explode. Right in Bali’s FACE. Spores go in mouth. Tasted like rotted socks in old stew. Stomach twist worse than Bok Bok’s cooking (and Bok Bok once made fish with teeth still in).
Bali fall to ground. Hurt bad. Can’t breathe. Can’t think. Jungle say “YOU DIE NOW.” But Heron say “NO.” He use magic hands. Light hands. He say, “The forest has taken much—let the jungle give back.”
Bali come back. Still coughing. Still taste dead flower guts. But alive. ALIVE!
Bali Thought:
Heron is good. Jungle is bad. Corpse flowers are ENEMY. This place is awful. No more sniffing flowers. Only punching.