Adjacent Topic: Campfire Interlude

The man’s rifle leaned against the side of the china cabinet.  It was a family heirloom (not his family, but that of the homeowners) that survived two world wars, an ideological dictatorship and incompetent shipping methods. After all these years, wrapped and unwrapped, hoisted and positioned, it began to smell like every family member who housed it and took on the countenance of an old woman.  Creased door frames, drooping circular knobs, and lavender-hued streaks appeared in the wood.

The man had put his rifle not in a closet or underneath a bed, rather he placed it against the cabinet because it belonged next to something as old as he was starting to feel.  He’d partially died several years ago, and it took a curious girl with an untamed spirit to help him fully die, so that he wouldn’t have to be trapped in a post-apocalyptic wasteland.  The rifle was an icon of that old world, the one he’d left after submerging into the vastness of death.

In his new incarnation, he didn’t need a rifle for the pen was his tool of choice now.  He discovered he could bring things to life and into being with the written word.  He’d made a football team win in the final minutes of the fourth quarter because he had scribbled on a bar napkin, “just get another touchdown and keep your defense in the game.”  They got another touchdown.  He wondered what he could do with more time, paper, and pens.  Did different color inks bring about different results?  What if he used erasable ink?

What would happen if he drew and wrote?  Could he make the curious girl with an appetite for flesh appear if he drew her?  It’d been two years since he last saw her in his previous life…or half-life.  As each day passed, his memories of her shifted into dreams.  He found himself sketching argyle patterns whenever he wasn’t experimenting with conjuring exotic animals, food dishes, or sports scores.

The man thought he saw the girl one day when he was gazing at the window display of a furniture store.  He was looking for a new hammock for his back porch, something he could erect between two pillars for a more comfortable view of the night sky.  Standing grew tiring too quickly.  The man noticed the reflection of a girl with dark brown hair and wild eyes.  She was watching him too, but before he could turn to speak to her, she had gone.

The man left the furniture store in search of an art supplies shop.  He also needed a six pack of root beer.

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This entry is inspired by characters from The Campfire Tales and the preseason game between the Atlanta Falcons and the Cleveland Browns.  Falcons won 24 to 13.  Good times.

4 thoughts on “Adjacent Topic: Campfire Interlude

  1. Christopher

    Le match de pré-saison entre le Atlanta Falcons et Cleveland Browns est un rappel que l’automne va arriver bientôt.

    This will be the time not only of the beginning of the NFL regular season, mais aussi les débats présidentiels entre “The Donald” et “Crooked Hillary”.

    I’ve heard the debates could just clash with football games, for Crooked Hillary, sensing she has the election in the bag, and therefore playing defense (so to speak), wishes the debates watched by as few people as possible.

    So, as a football fan, what will you choose to watch on an evening when Crooked Hillary goes against The Donald, as well as the Atlanta Falcons going against………whomever? You’d be less than human if agonising over what to do doesn’t cause you sleepless nights. .

    Happily, you still have some weeks to decide……….

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  2. Kavitha Rath

    The man with the rifle is back! I knew that couldn’t have been the end. I love the Western/ Firefly/ Anime feel of this interlude. I really like how you describe the smells of the rifle.

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