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She had just huddled around her coffee and a tiny spark of inner warmth she had suddenly found lurking about. Fuck it, that was Frank’s job. No way was she getting up.
Category: Fiction
Oct 14 2007
Iglesia
Waiting is almost always cold. Or at least it seems that way. She can, of course remember times when she has waited in the sunlight or on hot steamy days. But when she thinks of waiting….she shivers. Just some trick of her mind. There is something about waiting to her that always seems cold …..or is it just lonely? Sitting somewhere by yourself. A small girl, waiting with her arms wrapped around her, cold, alone and unhappy. The abject existential aloneness that we all try to avoid at all costs, that feeling of abandonment and separation and resentment we all feel when we are at our lowest points in life. A spiralized descent into a place frost and ice….After a break up or the death of someone close to us, that cold, that chill, that sense of being totally alone in an isolated black bleakness of despair and solitude…a chill of and to the very soul, cold cold cold, and afraid, in the frozen void of the ultimate and final unfightable and undeniable aloneness, deep inside of ourselves. A deep black cold.
Sep 30 2007
Plots, Characters, Novel Writing and Politics
Novels tell a story lived by characters. These characters? They pull us into their worlds. They show us what their worlds from the inside.
Some fictional characters stick with us for a variety of reasons. Characters like the Wife of Bath, Captain Ahab, the white whale, Alice, Holden Caufield, Gandalf, Jay Gatsby, Celia Garth, Beowulf, Hamlet, and so many others inspire us to ask questions about the worlds that exist both within and around us. Some, like Rosencrantz and Guilderstern offer us bits of humor amidst the darkness and tragedy. Others, like Peter Pan, Charlotte, and D’Artagnan, offer us insight into our better angels while still others–Voldemort, Big Brother, Cardinal Richelieu remind us of the darker shadows that surround us.
Sep 14 2007
Little Grey Orb
On Monday morning a little grey orb was floating three feet off the ground in the living-room of Judd Frimp’s apartment. Judd was late for work at the supermarket and didn’t notice.
When he got back that evening, sweaty and swearing, it was still there.
“Don’t put bags of groceries on top of watermellons, Judd,” Judd fumed as he came in the door. “Don’t smash carts into curbs to make a train, Judd. It knocks the wheels out of alignment, Judd.” He threw his green “Food Gnome” apron onto the 70’s-plaid couch and stormed to the shower, stripping clothes as he went. “I’ll knock you out of alignment you fat pig,” he said to his boss, who wasn’t there.
A moment later Judd reappeared from the bathroom, naked, gawking at the orb. One of his socks had landed on it.
“Flubuck?” he said. “Huh?”
The orb was about a half-a-foot in diameter and unblemished . . . aside from the gym sock. It hovered motionless above the coffee table in the living room. Judd had bought the coffee table at a Target Superstore and put it together using the stupid little hexagonal tool that came in the box. He’d hurt three of his fingers in the process. Stupid hexagonal tool. Stupid hexagonal Chink tool.
More importantly, though, nothing was holding the orb up. It hung in mid-air, next to the lamp on the table.
Judd shuffled toward it warily, squinting. He expected lighting bolts or maybe laser beams to shoot out of the orb and fry him. He reached and grabbed his sock. The orb was unperturbed.
Judd tapped it with his finger. Tap tap tap. Nothing. He tapped harder. Tap tap tap. The orb didn’t move at all. It was as though it were lodged in the oxygen. Fixed. Fast. Frozen.
It was reflective. Judd saw himself in the orb — a funhouse-mirror skinny self. Looking at his own eyes, Judd imagined the orb or the Smurfs inside it could see him. He covered his privates with the sock.
“Devil’s own business,” he mused.
Phone in kitchen. Back up slow. Dial. Bart.
“Hullo.”
“Hey Bart.”
“Yeah?” Bart sounded groggy.
“You ever see a little grey orb?”
“What?”
“A orb.”
Waking up some: “The fuck are you talking about? Is this Frimp?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, fucker,” Judd said. “Like a ball.”
“Have I ever seen a ball?”
“Yeah.”
“Well lemme think on that, Frimp. Yeah, yeah. I believe so.”
“No shit? Floating?”
The orb sat in the air, silent, reflecting a Dokken poster on a wood-panel wall.
“You high, Judd? Get ya some bad shit?”
“No, man, I was gonna ask if you had it in –“
“Yeah, I had it in,” Bart said, mimicking him. “I been holding it for you all weekend. You didn’t go buying that shit Harriet sells, did you?”
“Naw, no, Bart.”
“That shit’ll make you see things.”
“No Bart, I’m straight at this exact moment. Look I’ll be right over.” Judd hung up. He got dressed and went over to Bart’s. He didn’t want to piss off Bart; Bart sold the California shit.
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Suzie at work agreed to a date for Friday. Judd invited her over to his place at nine. At eight, he sat on the couch, watching television on his thirty-inch flat screen, changing channels. The orb was still there.
Judd had heaved on the orb, tried to shove it, beat it with a tennis racket, all week long. The orb never budged. It was a rock. A rock floating three-feet off the ground in the living-room of his apartment with wood-paneled walls. It was a true-to-life bitch, is what it was.
But Suzie was pretty, so Judd sat there and contemplated the matter. He had to hide the orb from her view, so that when she came over in an hour, she wouldn’t see it. It was some embarrassing shit, having an orb in your place.
Judd took the lamp on the table and tried to arrange it so that the lamp shade covered the orb. The lampshade was puke-orange and fairly translucent, but Judd figure it would do if he could arrange it correctly.
He’d left the TV absently on channel 43, the science Discovery channel. A guy was speculating on higher-dimensional objects, and what would happen if they protruded into the known universe. Only three of their many dimensions would be apparent, of course.
Judd messed with the lampshade and the lamp and got it about right — the shade was a bit askew but it covered the orb. He looked down into the shade from above and he could see the orb there. Good enough. He changed the channel to a Friends rerun and drank a beer and smoked some weed.
Suzie came over looking nice in a jean-skirt and sweater and they made out. But Judd made the mistake of trying to turn on the lamp at one point to help her look for an earring. This sent the lamp twirling about and cast a weird dancing shadow of the orb onto the walls.
Suzie freaked out and left. Judd kicked the orb a karate kick and hurt all five of his toes. He drank himself into a daze and then crashed on his bed at two o’clock in the morning.
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When Judd woke up, the little grey orb was gone. He thanked God loudly and took a numb, hung-over shower. He went to work at Food Gnome where the boss yelled at him again.
The most amazing thing that ever happened in the history of the world happened in Judd Frimp’s apartment, but he was stupid and so nothing ever came of it.