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dull glow streamed sluggishly through the glass, filtered through the
waving reflection on the pool to dance across the living room sofa.
The hushed rumbling of thunder rolled through the house. Abe's hold
on the bottle loosened as his head intermittently bobbed and
touched his chest.
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the couch. He wiped the water beads from the bottle onto his tanned Garrett S. Yarbrough
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the latter. The undulating patter of the storm outside lulled him back
into his tired trance. His eyes fluttered and he gave up the ghost, and
reclined on the couch.
The glow of distant lightning was prompted with a crack that resounded
through the house, accompanied with rolling thunder. Abe popped up
with a snort and peered at the television through leaden lids. Bright,
vivid colors and rowdy laughter blasted from the screen as the Wiggles
jittered across the stage. Startled, he clasped his hands to his ears and
scrambled for the remote next to his beer.
His hand slid off the table and he bolted upright. He checked
underneath the table and on the armrest, but it was nowhere to be
found. The luminescent green buttons of the remote caught Abe's eye,
on the armchair next to the sofa. With a forlorn grimace, he turned
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the shadowy mass of trash cans outside. He stepped to the front
door, unlatched it, and peered around the corner of the glass storm
door. The bins were just outside his view, but the steady whumping
continued against the house. Abe pushed open the door handle.
He slipped into the drizzle, statuesque as his eyes flitted from the bins
to the blind corner around the houseTs edge. Water trickled between
AbeTs toes as the soaked lawn leached through his socks. With a
brilliant flash of lightning, the rattling stopped with an emphatic, steely
crash and the lights flicked off inside the house. He prodded the still
trash cans, both full of water and garbage, and proved hard to budge
with just his one hand.
Hair pricked up on the back of his neck as a chilled itch crept up his
spine. Abe shuffled to face the road. About a block away, a solitary
street lamp cast an orange glow across the slick pavement. The streaks
of rain were highlighted against the bulb, interrupted by a child-sized
dark figure standing stock-still against the crisp drops.
The creeping sensation prickled up the base of AbeTs skull at the sight
of the silhouette. His mouth dried and he gulped. He peered intently
at it, all the while he hoped it would just move. He racked his brain
for any similar feelings, but nothing he had ever seen, two tours in
the Middle East included, could match the uncanny feeling of chilling
unease he felt standing, staring at that unnaturally small figure as the
wind began to howl and whisper through the pines above him.
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continued to breathe life into the trees above him and they murmured
and whispered what he was afraid to find out. The rasping of the brush
flowed like the cool desert sand in the night, the same furtive secrets
that could mean life or death. The nights with the bellowing wind held
the most Insidious threats, and inside his tent, Abe could not tell if
the sand spoke of the unforgiving dunes or of glistening knives in the
darkness. Through the narrow view outside the tent flap, he saw eight
black silhouettes standing at the crest of the ridge, illuminated by the
Stark moon. The men asleep behind him gurgled the same deathly
warning as the whispering sand. The treesT mutterings grew louder
and louder in the bellowing wind but none of their voices could speak
over the other, but each leaf and needle tried to warn Abe of what
watched him from across the street, not reflected in the pooling rain.
Abe jolted at the sudden peal of the trash cans behind him. He
jumped backwards at the drop of a dime to face the cans. A small
black Labrador darted from the bins between his legs. He whirled
around, back to the road. The shadow had vanished, but a track of
wet footprints glistened in the lightning, going through his door into the
gaping darkness of his house.
Apprehension welled up inside Abe, but did not weigh him down. He
Snapped the door locked behind him with unwavering hands. His
fingers rested on a brass candelabra on the bookshelf next to the door.
He wielded it ahead of him, ready to club whatever lurked in the dark
with bated breath.
His heart pounded raggedly against his chest. He couldn't see a thing
in the dark save for the streetlampTs scarce light. His ears perked
against the oppressive blackness as he brushed his hands along the
doorways to slink into the kitchen.
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giggles drifted from the top of the stairs and froze him to the core. His
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withdrew a tapered knife and flashlight, and set the candelabra down
onto the counter.
With a soft click, the light swathed through the dark. It offered a
momentary relief. Abe knew that whatever skulked ahead of him
hadnTt shown itself. But the stark fear of what lay outside his tunneled
vision paled him ash white and staggered his tenacious heart to keep
his blood from running cold.
Abe treaded to the base of the steps. He aimed the light at the top of
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ik mumblings got louder as he crept. The unintelligible murmuring
rose to warbling wails and flooded AbeTs ears until he couldnTt hear
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Snapped back to the raids within the ominous dark of the dusty
mountains. He scoured the upstairs hallway, jiggled the handles
of all four doors. All of them unlocked except one"as he left it. He
scrutinized his bedroom, and sifted through the envelopes on top of
his safe. He thumbed through them to make sure they were accounted
for: a bill for a small casket, divorce papers, and a life insurance policy.
All there, in that order, although he wished more than anything he
did not have any of them. Abe did not find anything missing, and he
locked the envelopes inside the safe, so at least they would be gone
from his sight.
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granted, more wisps of gray tore through his black shocks of hair than
heTd like to think as well. The gritted, ropy scar that twined from his
jaw to his jugular slithered beneath the skin, and whispered only to {I
him. Abe slapped it. He sighed with exasperation and rested his head
against the cool glass. He knew it would be daylight before he would
be able to sleep soundly.
The grumbles of thunder rolled closer and closer until the rumbling
grew to roaring. The wind whipped the rain into the windows with
sharp smacks. With a stout glass of whiskey in hand, he ventured out
into the dreary night to sit beneath the draping crimson umbrella on |
the patio across the pool. Abe sat there and plainly watched the house.
Something still nagged at him and evaded detection no matter how |
hard he dug and pried into himself. |
So he sat, his gaze listless. The soulless windows of what used to be
the home he renovated out of a ramshackle ruin bored into him. The |
house was alien to Abe and he couldn't feel comfortable, despite how HL
he built it to fulfill his dreams. Pacing it alone every night in an effort to
understand every inch did nothing to make it feel remotely like a home, \
somewhere that he could find some lingering love from his family that
left him behind. Even with the chirps of the songbirds and sunlight (i
that streamed in through the windows at the glow of dawn on Saturday |
morning, an underlying edge of unsettledness scraped at him, and the
eerie throngs of the nearby chapel and caws of the crows in the night |
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The lights that danced through the streetlamps in the trees winked
across the shivering swimming pool at AbeTs feet. Like the stars that |
twinkle above the splitting thunderheads, the pool glistened with |
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eyes and hands, ensnared him, his neck gushing over their razors.
Gibbering shouts behind him chilled his blood, and he flailed his
way through the labyrinthine briars, the blotted stars above his only
compass. The rushing of water ahead gave him his last surge, and he
heaved himself forward, the stringy meat from his bones tearing off in
ribbons, until he tumbled into the riverTs yellowed, blinking eyes.
An ear-splitting clap of thunder ripped the sky above Abe and forced
him to wince. The fierce lightning sprayed from the fissure and a
Shadow was thrown against the upstairs windows as it skulked down
the hallway.
AbeTs blood ran cold and his clammy palms closed around the flashlight
and knife once again. The torrential flurry of rain perforated his body
while his numb-laden legs shambled ahead of him. He scrambled
through the sliding glass door, slammed into a tall oak bookshelf, and
dashed unfazed down the corridor to the stairs. The shelf tottered
once and sent a trifold picture frame to the floor. Glass tinkled out of
the three rustic-tinged panels and the photographs of Abe, a slender
woman with vibrant red hair, and a beaming boy with AbeTs emerald
eyes furled out from their clasps.
He skidded at the top of the steps and nearly sent the stuffed sheep
that rested at the top of the banister careening to the wooden floor
a story down. Abe fumbled with the keys, and rigidly twisted each
doorknob to find three empty rooms.
A muffled speaking echoed from behind the final door with a bright
blue sign tacked to it that read oZacky� in orange rounded letters,
like the hushed whispers of children late into the night. AbeTs head
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downstairs erupted with noise. An overzealous evangelist bellowed the i
words of the divine and the heavens seemed to agree and crashed and | I
boomed and clapped. The house flooded with stark white light each |
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from the other side corroded him from his core, kept his eyes open
every night and liquor in his blood. But Abe knew deeply that what was
in that room was the part of him that could fix his shattered soul. Each ) |
thunderclap illuminated the knob in front of his hand in tandem with | |
his heart"boom, baboom, boom, baboom, baboom, baboom.
Thunder and lightning ruptured the house, the preacher blared with |
all his fervor and intensity until his voice cracked, the rain pounded |
the tin roof and walls until they felt like they would surely cave in, hi
the wailing within the room screeched until Abe couldn't stand It any
longer and threw upon the door. i
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toys were splayed in in a haphazard array, peppering the floor. The roar |
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side of where the railing was missing. Abe sprinted to the edge to see | |
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knew Zacky could not see a thing. He tried to clasp the boyTs swinging
arms, but Zacky weakly pounded on AbeTs chest in an attempt to push
himself away. AbeTs resolve was washed away at the sound of his sonTs
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Despite AbeTs unjust excess of life, he wished he could pour the same
emerald sparkle back into ZackyTs. But AbeTs eyes were poison; they
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horror, and slapped his bloodied hands to his head, scrunching his
eyes shut while the tears cascaded red rivulets as they streamed down
his grizzled cheeks.
Thunder sounded from a distance. The rainTs raw tempo dwindled to
a lulled plink. Abe screwed his eyes open to a dust-caked wood floor.
He craned his head upward to see the shoddy ply board tacked to
the gapped banister. Drained glass bottles were scattered across the
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partly for safety and mostly to keep a remnant of his life that remained |
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a mirage on the horizon. He had never been afraid of guns before in
his life, but nothing had been scarier than the sleepless nights with |
that ruthless steel in the dresser, next to his head. |
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prescriptions. He collapsed onto the bed and pulled the quilt up to | |
his neck and stared up at the moon morosely, to embrace the ghosts i
that had plagued him since he stepped off the chopper and into the |
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