Monday, April 17, 2017
Prophet
He had been watching the two figures in the park for over three hours now, with no success.
There's no way he could know, is there?
Rick was nervous. He had never encountered someone like the blind man. Someone who acted as if they knew everything but just gave out vague warnings that alluded to them knowing. And then there was the boy. If Rick had guessed the boy's age he would have said around 12 to 13. The boy had tape over his mouth. Duct tape. Why? Rick asked himself. The boy didn't seem to mind the tape, and didn't seem to fear the blind man, so Rick didn't think he was in any danger. Besides, what could a blind man do anyway? Well, he can sure scare the hell out of me, that's for sure.
Rick had been walking through the park to his small radio station three hours ago when he came across the blind man and the boy. Nothing was very odd, Rick hadn't even noticed the tape, that is, until the man spoke.
"How terrible--to see the truth/when the truth is only pain to him who see."
Friday, October 28, 2016
The Reporter
The "reporter" was jumpy. They all were. That didn't surprise Rick, he had too much experience dealing with these types of people. Unfortunately, his strategy of ignoring them wouldn't work in this case, when they had him cornered in his own apartment.
"What is your name?"
Rick didn't respond.
"Sir, what is your name?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you the first time. My name's Philip Hornbuckle." Rick lied. There was no way in hell these people were going to get any real information out of him.
"Age?"
"60."
"Job?"
"Professional Hubcap Waxer."
"And where do you work?"
"Olive Garden." Rick knew these people didn't pay attention to what he was saying. They're more like copy machines than people. All they did was read a script and write down responses. This back and forth went on for a while, Rick continuing to give nonsensical answers the whole time. Man, Hornbuckle's going to be very confused when he reads about himself. Rick thought to himself. After what seemed like an eternity, the reporter finally left.
Friday, September 23, 2016
Short Circuits and Shortcomings
Perhaps it's just the lack of sound from the generator, Rick thought. That thing was pretty loud. Maybe they'll replace it.
He had known for weeks that the generator was in bad shape, ever since he interviewed the foreman of the electrical plant 5 miles away for a story. He didn't know, however, how bad it really was. He saw the bank as he rounded the corner. Closed. Apparently the power had gone out for them as well. He slowly hobbled past, stopped, sighed, and continued onward towards the Victorian. When he got to the door, he mentally prepared himself for a "conversation" with Ellen. As he opened the door, he peered around. Nobody around.
Thank God, Rick thought to himself.
He limped as fast as possible past the front desk and towards the staircase. Four staircases later, and he was in his bed. The sun had set.