How the Sewer Ruins Christmas – NaNo Excerpt

The cement slithers in the coolness of the creepy blue air and Freddy’s feet feel the grind through the Florsheims. He’s been wanting new shoes for weeks, but he hates shopping, and reflection on this reminds of him of the thickness of Christmas that is approaching too quickly. The neighbors put out their Halloween lights in September and this is his signal to run from the evils of the season, not of Halloween but of nature’s darkness that places mold inside of Freddy’s brain cells and makes them smell so that other people can see this seeping gas coming from Freddy’s head and he prays every morning for a little light in the season of fall. It never comes, but all of man’s false lights blast his head with and fuse the mold, growing it fast, allowing it to steal any sense of worth. This is true for Freddy, this effect of man’s outdoor lights. The lights wash his brain cells. His mind feels power leaving as the water runs down his body, down the driveway and into that sewer that has trillions of pieces of clay from 60 years ago, clay that man thought would last forever but that now barely holds the slick green, moldy water. Freddy thinks that the water comes back up in the lawns, in through the electrical systems and then into the outdoor lights. He walks down the sidewalk and watches these lights in a broad overview, looking down the street at perhaps 9 houses, all with lights that seem to be fused with evil, they seem to be seeping a green that makes the light some sort of power that evaporates the good that only occasionally floats in the air of the neighborhood.


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  1. #1 by Carl D'Agostino on November 2, 2011 - 10:07 am

    Society would be surprised(but not motivated to do anything) how many people exist with Freddy’s dementia. You capture his
    state of mind very well. I don’t know the psych term for this but it is very real for many people.

    • #2 by Carl on November 2, 2011 - 10:46 pm

      Thank you for commenting, Carl. Capturing something that never seems to be evident on the surface is a wonderful challenge and I am lucky that you think I got it.

  2. #3 by siubhan on November 14, 2011 - 7:37 am

    vivid visuals in this sliver of prose. i agree with Carl that you capture well the inner turmoils of this mind… and paint them on a canvas so we can each get a glimpse. thank you.

    • #4 by Carl on November 15, 2011 - 8:55 pm

      Thank you so much for your comment. I love trying to paint these things on canvasses. It’s fun but not always easy.

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