Friday, May 30, 2008
Sounds in the apartment hallway poked through the shroud of Richard's sleep.
There was a voice, rumbling and hot.
Pounding on a door.
It muffled a screech within.
Richard rolled. The sounds stirred dream colors. Dark, dripping reds and diseased mutations of green. He pushed the covers and gave them a kick. He squirmed away from the terror squeezing his belly.
A memory moved in the depths of his brain. Under his dream.
Something huge and vital and taken for granted. Like suddenly becoming aware of your liver, and its tireless transformation of your own pollution.
He imagined dark shapes on his old bed sheets. Snoopy with his food bowl. Snoopy sleeping on his red doghouse.
He wanted to scream for his mother.
So much, to scream.
But his mother was already screaming.
And the pounding shook the entire house.
"Open the fucking door!"
Richard flashed open his eyes. His rodeo heart thrashed in his chest.
"I have to take a piss! You fucking bitch!"
The high pitched reply dissolved.
As he woke, pieces of reality slapped back into his consciousness. He was in bed. In Philadelphia. Work tomorrow would suck because his asshole neighbors were drunk again.
The enormous, subterranean fear faded back into his viscera before he got a very good look it.
"Come on! Open the fucking door!"
Nice. Who in the building would call the police this time?
Richard rearranged himself in the bed. Folded his arms behind his head.
He spied the old clock ticking in the glow of his annoying clock radio.
He managed to relax, but couldn't completely shake the irrational fear that his mother was still screaming.
(I'm sad to say, and a bit embarrassed, that blog writing often competes with work on my novel. However, my creativity here has done amazing things for me, so I have no plans to stop. Once in a while, though, I think I can bring the two together. When a scene can stand on its own as a vignette, I may share small excerpts from my work in progress, So This Fish Walks Into a Cemetery. You know, kill two birds with one stone and all....)
Posted by jason evans at 1:05 AM