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APARTMENT 2DtormentTuesday, 3:25 PMGod was not here. Not in the candles flickering in their small, round holders nor in the tarnished silver crosses crowding the walls. There was no God in the ornate golden crosses standing, like an army of Holy soldiers, lined along the floor. And nowhere was He seen in the stout wooden planks, joined in that space just above their middles, resting side by side on the dresser or leaning upright against the mirror.And those smaller slabs laying on the night table near the bed or propped against the baseboards along the floor?Nothing but wood and metal.No, God was not here.These ordinary pieces of wood and polished metal had not taken the bloody journey from cross to crucifix. A dying Christ did not writhe, battered and beaten, a crown of thorns tearing his scalp, on those iconic twin slabs.Yet she still kneeled, the familiar—“In my thoughts and in my words, in what I have done and what I have failed to do—”falling from her lips as
Eidolon Ave: The Second Feast APARTMENT 2E
APARTMENT 2Ewords ingatheringTuesday, 3:25 PMAnd so it ends ... the book began.She stopped. Closed her eyes, her hand resting on the page. Listened to the sounds of Eidolon, the life of the building more stealth than surprising. A board creaking. A pipe clanking somewhere distant and buried, the sound soft. The calm hiss of a radiator and the closing of a door down the hall.It was rarely the stomping of a neighbor’s feet or the sharp, heated conversation of a quarreling couple. On Eidolon, it was always the building that spoke. And it was in the quiet behind closed eyes where she could hear it best.If she chose.Today, she did not.And so it ends, she read again.Days ago, she’d paused, the tome nestled in the crook of her elbow, thumb planted on the page. Days ago, she’d waited, aware the old guy lingered near, on the periphery. Like a shadow or a stain.He’d given her this bone-white gift, the old guy, armed with the toothless grin of a man who’d long se
Eidolon Ave: The Second Feast APARTMENT 2A
APARTMENT 2AstumbleTuesday, 3:25 PMHis life was sleep.Sudden sleep. Unexpected sleep. Sleep that smacked him in the head like a wrench to the skull. Buckled his knees and sank him to the floor at the most inopportune times. Sleep that felled him like a redwood in a forest, throwing him into a world of dark.His life was waking, curled on the floor, a pile of ash where a cigarette once burned. Of stirring and stretching, rubbing his eyes, the numbers on the clock telling him of moments, sometimes hours, lost.Moments, sometimes hours, when he dreamed. When he lay trapped in a world of pleasant memories. Memories that shifted into horrible things. Things he’d run from while awake. That scrambled from the dishonest safety of slumber to chase him through this life after sleep.“So, let’s see what we have here,” the man with the bloodshot eyes and stethoscope slung around his neck said two, three days ago, his fat finger trailing down the page. “Dexedrine, Adderall, Concerta, Xyr
Eidolon Ave: The Second Feast APARTMENT 2B
APARTMENT 2BscrapeTuesday, 3:25 PMShe wedged theknife deep, the blade angled just so.To move too fast was disaster. Her hand needed to be steady, her grip patient, timing perfect. Anything less and the slender ribbon caught between thumb and blade would tear and she’d have to begin again. Find another spot. Make another careful incision. Place another small slice right and perfect.And then coax it free with a gentle pull. Steady, slow, sure. The strip separates in one long stream leaving behind an exposed, raw, weeping body.Or, in this case, a wall.She dropped the strip of wallpaper to the floor.Teetering on a small step ladder, she reached high again. Searched the top corner, feeling for that little rip she could slide the blade behind. And, once found, careful and meticulous, teased another long strip free, the orphaned wood dripping amber drops of abandoned glue.Beer in hand, her renovation ignored, he sat near, the boyfriend. Instead of her favorite TV chefs
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