Sep. 3rd, 2004

Recursion

Sep. 3rd, 2004 02:41 am
jackofallgeeks: (Literary)
Moonlight fell upon his face, pouring in from the large windows which dominated the wall at the far side of the Study. Bare branches reached up into a cloudless sky, cutting jagged lines across the face of the full moon.

He lifted his head off the hard wood of the desk; mahogany. It had been an anniversary gift from his son a few years back. It was large and sturdy, but incredibly heavy. It had taken a whole work crew to get it up here. It now sat in it's final resting place, gathering papers and dusk. An old clock sat on the right-hand corner, antique and busted. It had sat there at three o'clock for the last dozen years.

He stood, his wooden chair and back both complaining with twin groans. The chair had come with the desk and had a heavy, medieval look to it. A wave of dizziness washed over him as he stood, looking about at the wooden-paneled walls. He didn't remember falling asleep, nor did he remember it even being night. Yet, the moon sat high over the flat plain outside his window, and his cheek assured him he had been sleeping. With a sigh, he walked over to the door, a thick piece of wood, like everything else in the study. No point in turning on the light.

He grasped the brass handle, turned it a quarter-turn down, and pulled.

He woke with a start, the wind outside rattling the large windows which dominated the wall at the far end of the study. Inky black clouds roiled outside, sweeping above the rolling hills and threatening rain. It promised to be a violent storm, but the sturdy walls would keep it out; would protect him and the books which lined every side of the room.

His neck popped as he lifted his bed off of his desk, an odd construct of metal and plastic which his wife had given him as a birthday present. It served little purpose, other than a reading table; it's only accouterments were a desk lamp, the book he had been reading, and an old and busted clock. The thing had been stuck on six o'clock for the last dozen years, but he couldn't bring himself to throw it out.

It occurred to him that he didn't recall falling asleep, but the pins and needles along his arm violently attested to the fact. He stood, grasping the thickly padded arms of his leather chair for support, and headed for the door. No point in turning on the light.

He grasped the handle, pressing down on the latch, and pulled.

It dawned on him that he had been a sleep, sitting awkwardly in his high-backed chair. He didn't remember falling asleep, but the drool dribbled down the upholstery was embarrassing proof of the fact. He scrubbed his face, laughing that it was probably things like that which had kept him from ever getting married.

He rubbed his arms vigorously, struck by the chill of the room. The fireplace lay dark and cold along one of the four stone walls; it must have gone out as he slept. If there had been another source of light he would have turned it on. He hated walking around anywhere in the dark. He shuffled through some papers littering the floor, and bumped a little table, knocking an antique clock to the ground. No matter; it had been stuck on four o'clock for the last dozen years.

He grasped the wooden handle and pulled.




"Is he your grandfather?" the nurse said as she recorded the monitor readings and checked the tubes attached to the old man. He was pale and bony, and his breath came raggedly through the plastic breathing apparatus. The white sheets, pulled up to his chin, had not moved except for washings.

"No," said the young man sitting in the green chair at the foot of the bed, "he's my father."

"Oh," she said. And then, picking up the patient chart, "Edward Fulton. What happened to him? The charts never really say."

"We don't know. He was in his study late one night, and was found the next morning, collapsed in the hall just outside. The doctors said he must have been frightened into shock by something. He's been in a coma since."

"Oh." said the nurse, who finished her work and left, closing the door quietly behind her.

The son looked out the window, where stars glittered behind a New Moon. The clock on the wall read 5am.



(This piece was inspired, mostly subconsciously, by This Piece. I didn't notice all of the similarities until I'd re-read them both; I'd only intended to reproduce the cyclic nature of the piece. This is also my submission for Louis' Fiction Contest. If you've ever written anything, you should enter this.)
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So let's see -- went out to Contra last night. I was going to pick up Mike, and apparently he had two others with him: AJ (who I'd met at Christendom) and Veronica (who goes here, and who I'd met on Sophomore Retreat). So the four of us get in my car and we're off. I think my driving scared Mike, and I don't think my sense of humor meshes with his, but... it was fun.

On the way up, Veronica asked me how I'd gotten involved with Contra. I startec by saying "Well, I went out to visit my Brother one weekend, and..." but Mike hopped in and said, "And he fell in love... with Contra." -laughs- The pregnant pause he left in there was heavy with implications.  ^_^;;

Contra itself was fun, as usual. We were late, as we'd expected, but got in a nice number of dances. I sat and talked with Suzannah while TJ (AJ's brother) taught Tango (I'm not really a fan), and Veronica came to sit by us, so I introduced the Ladies. they seemed to get along well enough, though I've never been much of an expert in female-female interactions. I generally specialize in guy-girl relationships.

On the way back, Veronica and I ended up talking about dances here at school, and I said I'd been to three, one with Claire, one with Becky, and one with Suzannah. Then I stumbled through explaining how Suzannah had been the one to introduce me to Contra, and from there it didn't take much of a leap for Veronica to ask "is she your girlfriend?" So I said my piece on it, and Veronica agrees with me that Suzannah and I are 'dating,' which can't be argued due to the fact that i have taken her out to dinners and dances and movies and the like.
I think I may ask Suzannah's take on it again sooner rather than later. I'm just afraid of rejection again.

Today I got my order from Amazon, Chasing Amy (which I couldn't find anywhere) and a CD by the Cruxshadows, Ethernaut (which has 'Winter Born (This Sacerifice)', arguably my favorite song by them). And I'm going to see if I can't get a WoD2 game going with my roomies.

So... Whee.
jackofallgeeks: (Dark)
So I'm laying here in my room, curled in my blankets listening to my new Cruxshadows CD, and nursing an old heartache, as I'm want to do from time to time, when I heard a slamming against the door, much like one might expect if one expected a football player to be dropped bodily against the door, repeatedly. As I was dozing in bed and not expecting anyone in particular, least of all a football player, I tried to ignore it and continue with the nursing. I've never been all that good at ignoring much of anything, certainly not when I try to.

So I get up and stumble to the door; I had, after all, been dozing. and who is behind the door but Dan (a pretty cool guy in his own right), Paul (I've never liked him very much, and he's never done much to change my mind), and a couple of blockish-looking guys I'd never seen. They ask if Curtis is in, which he's not -- he's in Rockville playing competitive M:tG. Then they ask if Zach is in, which I assume to be a 'no', since their knocking woke me before it was answered. In fact, I am the only one in the room, which is half the reason I was dozing in the first place. Generally, I need people to function.

And so they tell me that Curtis' refridgerator, which they'd stored for him is sitting outside across the street -- they had lifted it out of Paul's car and decided that was enough of that. So they were just going to leave it there (Dan added that he felt bad for Curtis -- though not bad enough to bring the fridge up, I'll note -- and Paul made a point that it'd been hell to get it into his car).

Presented with this I can't really just leave it there -- I mean, who would take a fridge, but still, free fridge, right? So I grab my keys, throw off my socks, and wander down the hall to Trevor's room to solicit help. Trevor isn't there (in fact, I hear tell he's in Utah), but a couple of his roomies are, and after I we establish this fact, they ask what it is I needed him for. Upon hereing I have a college-sized-fridge across the street I need to bring up, Pat (the one) offers to help, and grabs the other (the other) and the three of us head down there.

Sure enough, there's a refrigerator sitting on the sidewalk across the street. So we walk over there and the two others pick it up -- it is, as expected, not heavy, just awkward. They have it, they say, and so I lead them back to the Dorm room. "You got two bitches to carry this thing for you," Pat noted as he crossed the street. -shrugs- It seems I just have that way.

We get it upstairs no trouble, with a few friendly Polish jokes exchanged between us, and deposit said fridge outside Curtis' door. Pat earns points, and The other wasn't so bad himself. I may have to see about hanging out with them sometime.

In other news, the CD's really quite good, in my opinion.

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