(A farewell to Memory Lane) There is no degree of sorrow that can completely overshadow the beauty of the stars. When I awoke that night, I was still laying on the pavement in the middle of the cul-de-sac. Memory Lane was just as it had been this morning, just as cold and unwelcoming. My suit had seen better days, and there were stains all over my white button up. To where my tie had flown off, I hadn’t the slightest idea. The time for lying on the ground was coming to a… Read More
You can’t be serious. NO. THIS IS NOT HAPPENING AGAIN. I was back. Back on Memory Lane. The door that I’d just come from was the front door of (hell) Mailman’s house. I screamed. GODDAMMIT WHY? HELP and slammed my hand against the door, BAM BAM BAM, … Read More
I walked down a flight of stairs onto a dry, sandy cliffside. The hospital was nowhere to be seen. Behind me was the set of stairs with a hollow doorframe at the top. Across from me, at the edge of the cliff was a dock. It was metal, with steel beams molded into curves and organic shapes that held up a platform anchoring something like a ship. It was a ship that looked as if it should’ve sailed the oceans during the 18th century, but here it was, not in the ocean, floating alongside… Read More
I turned around and there he was. A Young Man now. Lying in a hospital bed. “No…” I breathed, walking around the perimeter of the bed, making sure that it really was him. The room was surrounded by pastel walls and held up by a linoleum floor. There was an EKG machine that beeped periodically, and a dreadful array of IV’s pumping a menagerie of colored fluid into him. There were other people standing around him, a few of which I recognized, while the others were faceless relatives and friends. I couldn’t… Read More
As we walked through the tunnel, I started to notice little lights along the wall (snakes, they’re winding and twisting (hissssss), weaving and turning (hisssssss).) I wondered at what they might be (They’re coming for me (hisssssss). I can hear them). The (impossible) Child didn’t seem to notice; rather he continued on down the tunnel (What do you mean impossible?). Twas not long though before I realized that these were not little lights but (SNAKES, YOU DESERVE SN-) cracks in the tunnel. “I’m not so sure this is a good idea,” I… Read More
There was a bump. Barely audible, but even that was a treat to the ears. I froze in my seat, cutting myself off in the middle of telling Mailman about the neighborhood. Then came the most desirable of all sounds: A Voice. “Help.” That was all it said. Help. I got up from my seat and walked around the corner to where the stairs were. At one point the stairs may have lead upstairs, but now they only lead to injury and frustration. Underneath them was a crevice of sorts, partially obscured… Read More
Today is a special day here on Memory Lane. Today is the day that a new neighbor moves in. Words can’t express my joy. I packed a gift basket of my favorite things to give to the newcomer: my favorite empty lighter, my favorite dead flower, and my favorite broken record among other treasures. I still had on my Visitor Suit from yesterday. The front was a little damp, and there was a bit of dirt on the knees from when I fell on my way back to the house. It had… Read More
The night before I moved to Memory Lane I was at a party. It was my friend’s party, but I only spoke to him twice that night. The first time he wanted to tell me that I was going to be okay. He told me that I couldn’t keep going on like I was, and that I needed to let other people help. I thought that these were two pretty contradictory messages, but all the same I told him I was fine. I’m not sure he believed me. The second time was a… Read More
David receives a visitor on Memory Lane.
David remembers a funeral.