The stick sings as it slashes through the air. The promising cut flies passing the machine that strands all that data in digital netherland. I stare yearning for light in the darkness. My mind’s journey talks to me pitching ways to get even with technology.
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The rocking chair slowly dips forward and snaps back. Over and over it repeats. Two dead eyes look upon Maple street. A hollow body creaks as chair moves.
“They are coming here…. THEY are coming HERE….” Gerald rouses the stale air about him. “Just let me BE!”
A beeping sound rattles the front of his stone house, shaking the windows. The big box truck lunges at the yard. It’s tires tear into green grass. The engine roars as the curb resists the weight of someone else’s memorabilia collection.
Gerald scoots the chair closer to the window. “Leave me be! It’s my home! Its still my … home!”
Two figures emerge from the truck. Their eyes wonder across the house built like a fortress.
“If it just looked as solid on the inside…” Hank speaks a bit louder than he thinks.
“It just needs some love.” Peggy wraps her arm about his waist.
“Old abandoned houses…..” He smiles briefly “Remember taking all that old stuff out….filling dumpsters.”
“Didn’t we throw out the rocking chair by that window?” She starts to pull away.
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The orange construction barrel appeared overnight. It immediately became a source of intrigue for the preteen set.
“It’s got a Griffin on it!” Andrew jumps his words out ahead of his bike. He isn’t waiting for others to scoop his news “I think I seen it move!”
“You’re an idiot!” Mack doesn’t turn to address him but stays locked on the other boys. “Ain’t nothing but a barrel.”
Gene leans to the side to look past Mack. “It’s heavy. I tried to push it in the road. It’s got something inside. These guys are scared to move it!”
“You losers can go play in the road. Michael & I are gonna watch old lady Myers beat you with her umbrella again!” Mack commands the group into submission.
“Let’s go Gene. I bet if we open it ….” Andrew catches his breath and turns toward the magical barrel “Something cool is inside.”
The boys watch Andrew rush across the street. He pushes the barrel over.
“Whoa!” Andrew’s final words
Voices become unhinged, bruising my listening ears. Vision fails to match what aches could push nerves to their edges. Nails on chalkboard could never blossom in such a manner. I wish I could remember numb or savor the quiet again.
Sadly the remote is lost