(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 … Continue reading Shore Bound Gramophone
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 … Continue reading Mail
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 … Continue reading Divergence
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, … Continue reading Regret
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 … Continue reading Youth
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 … Continue reading Breaking the Loop
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 … Continue reading Sanity
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 … Continue reading Party
David receives a visitor on Memory Lane.
David remembers a funeral.
American Fables 