he caught it out of the corner of
his eyeup behind himto his right inthecorner above the couch it distracted him vied against the soft
underwaterblue light cast by the monitor screen asuddensharpsparkle perhaps a
warning shot across his bow to garner his attention turn his head perhaps
but then
the sharpsparkle the flickering subsided and submitted to an impossibly incandescent
white lapping candlelight
now he was really afraid to look
he didnt imagine it was a portalwhy would he think that now even his roommatesspooks
it was an old house you have to expect memories to reside even his roommates
didnt compel him to look for cracks in the world or startling gateways or to mull
that perched beside him thered be a seam or schism between dimensions he was sure they were out therehed bet on it he
was as sure as he was that an exit was an entrance and an entrance as likely an
exit it was just a little too
unbelievable it might present in his livingroom
a sigh escaped him a
longforgotten apparition entered his head Of course you would he said out loud And of course youd showup right
now Liberace his grandmother adored Liberace Liberace barely touched out bubbly Lawrence
Welk in her heart and mind it wasnt Welk the light wasnt opaque marbled translucent like light through soap
bubbles rather sharp white crystal candelabra light
or maybe he groped maybe it was appleseeds
kid sick and tired of him comparing him to appleseed You sir when they would
go eye to one of many eyes are no appleseed maybe the kid got it in his arachnidmind and plucked from his arachnidarsenal
flints and steels and with supernatural reflexes and coordination perfectly
timed strikes to impersonate the virtuoso pianist Liberaces jokes were an aside they were sidekicks to his talent
maybe
but not up to the tasknot
tonightnot during his grieving he closed his eyes laid down to his left and made a hard detour into sleep and awaiting dreams he languished under the soft white noise of
the foreign movie he watched and the contentious shadowthrowing waves that emanated from the high
cornerthe joint between crown moulding
1936, Day-between-Two-Ts, 10 10.
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1603, Thursday, 11 10.
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