Sunday, September 7, 2014


It happened in a rented one-room. The writer held the electric bill in both hands. Final Notice it says. Just another deadline, joining a sweaty editor and a wooly mammoth landlord. He lit a leaky cigarette and then torched the bill. Two birds with one match. There was that flash vision in his dry brain again. He thought maybe he'd put the blue steel revolver in the bottom desk drawer upon the tip of his tongue and squeeze the trigger. That vision came to him in dreams as well, in crowds on the subway, or whenever he reached in his pocket and palmed that empty money clip.
He looked up from the desk swivel chair at the solitary light strung on a noose from the ceiling. He thought it would snap too easy before his neck snapped if he rocked off a chair. And then he soberly watched the moths at the bulb. It reminded him of his youth, in the backyard of the drafty cottage where he lived in a small town, chasing fireflies in slow motion. He closed his eyes and reached for the bottom drawer. He had to wiggle it violently to open to a crack, warped wood on splintered particle board, wide enough to get a hold of the revolver butt. He fired one shot in one swooping motion, the bulb exploding with a final blue electrical flash. Thinking about capturing those fireflies, along with a fifteen year-old girl and his first stolen kiss, a time about which he had never set words to music, he stood up in the warm darkness searching another drawer for candle and match. There was storytelling to set to paper, young man.


Blogger Berowne said...

Strong, powerful writing, and rather moving...

9/08/2014 7:15 AM  
Blogger Sumana Roy said...

could have been very dark but thanks for the candle and matches...nice write :)

9/08/2014 7:48 AM  
Blogger Kay said...

oh this!!!

9/08/2014 2:45 PM  
Blogger Karen S. said...

Now this was a crafty clever write, I like it.

9/08/2014 6:20 PM  
Blogger Carrie Van Horn said...

Love this Phil....brilliant writing indeed! :-)

9/09/2014 11:30 AM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

Beautiful write, Phil...

9/10/2014 2:40 PM  
OpenID senderupwords said...

Great write my friend, great! Love and Light, S

9/11/2014 2:08 AM  
Blogger phil said...

I do get discouraged. But you fine folks always pull me back from the brink. And I decide to keep writing.
Thank you.

9/12/2014 10:03 PM  
Blogger Susan Anderson said...

Powerful piece of writing there.


9/20/2014 11:44 AM  

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