Something Stared Back
It’s a fever hallucination, nothing more. That was what I convinced myself when I heard the sounds. It was an auditory hallucination and that was a reasonable enough explanation.
Month: November 2018
Warner Should’ve Flown
The mountains that loomed ahead of Warner were quickly denuded of the vibrancy that remained of the fall leaves; leaves that still stubbornly had not fallen. Everyone told him he should’ve flown, but it was costly. He hated flying and besides, the view on his drive was spectacular. Most of the foothill trees had already molted their skin of leaves in preparation for their skeletal winter forms, painted in shades of brown and ash gray.
White Eye
I woke in the middle of the night because my right eye itched and twitched terribly and for several stressful moments, though I tried, I couldn’t get it open. Clumsily, I stumbled from the bedroom, finding my way with the bleary vision from my left. Entering the bathroom and switching on the light, I gazed at myself in the mirror.
I’m Sorry
“Hello Scott,” you say from the backseat. “Jesus Christ!” I say and in my surprised shock, I yank the wheel and the car fishtails into the next lane as the vehicles around me honk in disapproval of my erratic driving. There was no way you could have gotten into the car. I would have noticed it. You weren’t there when I merged onto the highway… then, now suddenly you were…
Fingers
See, this whole business began with the extra fingers. One on each hand. I cut them off but they grew back again. On the left, between the middle and the ring finger’s one. On the right, the other, between my index and thumb. Now, I’m an artist by trade; avant-garde stuff mostly. I paint and sculpt to pay the bills. Every artist does things they’d rather not in order to get by…my true passion is mostly stuff you’ve never seen. I live to shock. I live to appall. I live for one-time performance art.