Lonelyness

By Dieter Schneider

“Come Fairies, dance through my prickly garden and dance upon my great gourd-like recumbent head. This grey gravy world sickens me, like tomato juice before the aquatic journey. Hide thee not, but come forth and give me hope for aspic sunsets and sod scented breezes of another day.”

— Bertrand J. Dogfellow

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We slept fitfully last night. The house itself shook from a spring storm, bringing in a torrent of rain, lashing at the windows and erasing what was left of the spring snow. As the wind howled around us my fathers fever grew worse. Near 2:00 in the morning the storm passed, and the moonlight poured in, spotted and filtered by the clouds pushing past. My eyes sprung open ? and there, in the night, I felt another's presence in the darkness. Like a solitary gargoyle torn from its heights, there crouched a figure over my father in the night, its arm extended, its hand over his mouth.

I was paralyzed by fear, my eyelids glued open, my mouth unable to open to scream. The figure turned its head to me, but in the darkness I could see nothing but a silhouette against the window. Clouds passed in front of the moon ? and the gable room was plunged, once again into darkness. When the moonlight streamed in again the figure was gone. My Father's labored breathing was left accompanied by Lucia's. I swallowed hard and held my breath to silence the pace of my heart and listened intently in the silence of the room, I could hear only the settling sounds of the old house.

I wanted to sleep, but could not allow myself. I prodded my sister awake, and together we manufactured an alarm. We tied a string to the old Bennington doorknob, and, through a series of pulleys to my father's metal tray of magnesium flash powder where it connected to a flint wheel. If anyone tried to get into the room ? the entire space would be awakened by a blinding flash.

Composed by Dr. G on Friday, Oct. 17, 2008

Gentle Reader Responses

Elena says:

Hope he gets better soon. This has gone on far too long.

Tara says:

Oh dear. Do you think this is a corporeal entity that will trigger a physical alarm? Things are not boding well for your father's recovery.

Loryienne says:

I wonder if an unknown friend and healer has been at your father's bedside. Is scaring him/it away the best move? If your father is not worse, I think I would reconsider. But then again, maybe your visitor ... is ... not ... corporeal.

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