Rose, who was our mom, came to our house one time during Christmas. I remember a car outside pulling up and there being a change in the room and the way that everyone acted. I remember having to say hello and then a time later...when I was outside and(more) Rose asking me if Julie was prettier than she was and did I think Dad would think Julie was prettier than she was. She tugged at her costume and pulled it down and then led me out of the bathroom.
Rose asked me if we had all had a nice time at the Super Bowl. She was crying. I remember her taking the big glass jar off the counter and opening it and eating out of it with a spoon. She looked at me and said, "It's nothing like the sugar bowl." (less)
The stone fence hugs the edge of the hills as far as I can see. Some of the stones look like they've been in the same spot since the Earth was formed and others look out of place and seem to show no signs of age at all. They(more) are held together only by gravity. Up ahead near the cleavage of two hills is a cluster of trees gathered around the fence.
The last time I was here I saw a man beat senseless against the stonework and under those trees. I saw how the man's teeth had been hammered out of his head against those rocks. It was the man they called the savior and he was leading a group called the welcoming party out here as night was coming on and he spoke much on what he called the secret.
His exposition on the secret was about how as men of the earth we could never be set free by anything conceivable to man's primitive brain. He called for a transcendence of being. Said that throughout our lives our spirits scream at us with teary eyes and beg us to wake up and see the truth, but that we only stand there oblivious while our spirit's voice begins to crack and then becomes hoarse.
As he finished speaking the sun had gone over the hills and it almost seemed planned that way. He then revealed the other side of himself. He called this the black fly. He removed his clothes and stood there naked as he called on the welcoming party to mangle his body so that his spirit might finally be heard and that he could be set free. (less)
How long is the fold that ceases to be,
Forward in mind and outside your being?
When you take up the silence of all things,
Bind them to your life and see how it sings.
Now walk or stagger over the hollow,
The torn, the stagnant, and those who(more) follow.
The man sat down and began trembling, and began to curse under his breath, and then commenced to stomping his feet against the floorboards making the silverware on the table and the china in the cupboard in the corner rattle and clink, to the point where they threatened to(more) fall to different surfaces. The others looked at each other and one of them spoke to the man.
‘Damn it Lorn, now quit that,’ the man said.
Lorn continued and then the man walked over to him and put his hand on his shoulder and said, ‘shut up! Goddamn it shut the hell up.’
The man looked up at some of the others as if looking for their help and approval. One man looked to the person next to him and then back at Lorn and closed his eyes and then opened them and said, ‘Lorn please.’
‘What’s he saying,’ said the man who had last addressed Lorn.
They all paused and tried to make out words from all the babbling.
‘Cornafl helfnierrrr, ughnnn....’cursed the trembling man.
‘Don’t make a goddamn bit ah sense,’ said the man who had grabbed Lorn’s shoulder.
From the room below came a series of loud thuds against the floor in response and in frustration to the commotion.
‘Lorn, shut the hell up, they can hear you down there,’ said someone.
Lorn continued, and the man who had just spoken walked to the door, yanked it open, and exited, slamming the door. They heard him walk down the hall and descend the stairs. They could hear voices from below. It was then that Lorn ceased his racket. Through the floor came the sound of a gun shot. Lorn looked up and smiled at the others and said, I thought we d never (less)
After being skinned alive, Steven went to go see his friend Shaun. Steven rang the doorbell and after a few moments movement could be heard from inside the house, and then the door opened.
“Holy shit,” Shaun said through the screen door, “you did it. H(more)ahhaaa.”
“Yeah,” Steven smiled and said, “ can I come in? It stings to be out here in the wind.”
“Yeah man, come on in.” Shaun opened the screen door and stepped back to allow Steven to enter the room. “ I take it that’s why you’re not wearing clothes?” Shaun closed the door and watched Steven as he walked by.
“Yeah, I tried to put them on but it was still too raw. The shoes were the only thing I could manage.”
“Jesus. Well, can I get you anything to drink? Want a beer or somethin?” Shaun walked toward the kitchen, “ I think I’ve got some ginger ale...”
“Yeah I’ll take a beer. Thanks.”
There was the sound of glass against glass from the kitchen and then Shaun came out with two un-capped bottles. He offered one to Steven, and Steven took the bottle and drank.
“So, does Kat know?" Shaun said.
“Yeah, you know, I didn’t want it to be like a surprise or anything. I mean she’s already done it herself, and, you know, I’m ready for a change myself.”
“Yeah,” Shaun said and took a sip of beer. “Hell, I’m proud of you man, that took a lot of guts.”
Steven raised his eyebrows, took a sip of beer and said, “yeah, I guess so.”
“What if you don’t like it after a while? I mean, I’m sure it’ll work out but, you know.”
"Well...guess I'll move on." (less)
The alarm woke me up at 3:15 in the morning. I had slept in my clothes that night because I was so anxious. I wanted to have as few things to worrying about in the morning, you know. That early you're more likely to make a mistake or forget(more) something. I walked out the front door and there, across the yard, was Andy trying to break into my shed at the edge of the woods. Who else could it have been? By the light above the shed, I could see blood, all down the back of Andy's jacket. I called out to him. I said, "Andy." He turned around and just looked at me. I couldn't tell whether he was in shock, in pain, or what. He pointed to a bag on the ground about ten feet from the edge of the woods and said, "D, somebody knew what we where doing." I just froze up there in the lawn. When I had been talked into this whole thing by my best friend I had taken his word that this guy Andy knew what he was doing. Against my better judgment I had trusted this guy with everything I'd ever worked for and everything I'd ever be or have. And now I'm standing in my yard faced with the decision to have two bodies to deal with and nothing at all gained or try salvage this godforsaken plan. (less)