June 24, 2012

I was reminded by a reader of a story i blogged about 3 years ago. I read it. Behold it is odd.

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Dream Time

1. The Edge of Darkness

The grandfather clock in the dining room struck ten thirty. On the television they were hanging a young boy. I sat in the darkness at the top of the stairs watching the movie through the reflection in the glass dining room doors. Outside the wind howled. The old peach tree smacked against the side of the house, its fingers clawing away at the windows. The screams of the young boy were gargled and choking as his silhouette danced at the end of a rope. Mother turned her head away into my father’s shoulder. The boys feet kicked against the television screen.

I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. There was a shadow cast of the peach tree in the backyard. It stretched onto the wall opposite my bed. Its branches looked like legs. The wind shook the tree and the legs…

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