Thursday, September 15, 2005

An Interlude in Grandview Cemetery, Part VII

(A multi-part fictionalized account of the truth)

Anticipation coiled around Jason's neck. With each step, he slowed a bit more. The knowledge he was going bump into something blindly was building like a palpable force in front of him. His hand trembled with the desire to pull back. If it didn't come soon, he was going to have to--

His fingers stubbed against stone.

He froze.

Lichen-covered stone. Rough and cool. Jason rested his hand on the top of the old retaining wall. It stood barely more than waist height. He filled his chest with a huge, full breath, then tried to exhale his uneasiness.

Walking his fingers over the shelf, Jason inched along. The soles of his shoes rasped against flakes of stone and eroded mortar. Then, he felt the structure branch outward into the open air. He had arrived.

Jason planted two secure handholds, then hoisted himself up. The forest, listening to Jason's progress, heard the scrape of his jeans as he cleared the top and stood. Then, silently, Jason eased out onto the spur, where a swath of wall swept from the roadway and soared over the falling mountainside below. Around him, the night settled, and silence returned.

At one time, the buttress helped to hold the road bed, but Jason's eyes saw only a narrow walkway to a secret, protected place--a small stone platform hovering in the emptiness. In truth, the height was uncomfortable, even dangerous. But in the dark, the edge of stone felt as cataclysmic as the teetering end of the Earth itself.

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ScaramoucheX said...

I say...write screenplays. This stuff is cinematic, rather literary, I think...Not that my opinion should matter, being an idiot,compared with the likes of 'Bernita'...still...

ScaramoucheX said...

"...rather than literary...", I meant to say

jason evans said...


I definitely have drifted away from a literary style over time. I tend to write more briefly and directly and let the reader fill in more with his/her own mind. Not sure if I agree with the screenplays comment, though. I'd love to direct a movie where I had complete control, but writing a screenplay only offers control of the dialog. Any scene description is at the mercy of the director to accept or ignore. The director is the one to bring the scenes to life.

Nevertheless, I appreciate your opinion! I'm always open to critique and comment.