12.02.2012

Alphus

This is part of serialized short story. I posted the beginning on 11.03.2012, and if you click on the label, “The Adventure of Alphus Gibb,” you can see all the available pieces together. I’ll be posting new segments on Sundays. I hope you like it.
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5/13

            No one remembers snow country’s real name. The town was once a bustling spittoon of commerce complete with parks and a hopping Slung Your Jug, where tourists could enjoy gas, donuts and company. Residents lived in the real world amidst the stresses of school, finance and relationships. Then it started to snow.

            When the snow came, Alphus was in fifth grade. He was a quiet boy, intent on finding a special rock each day and stowing it in his pocket. The snow was a light dandruff at first then increased to splotches – like insects dead upon windshields: round and unique, appearing in random patterns, and inconvenient when present in swarms.

            On his birthday, the students were let home early. The snow fell in big web-like chunks. The ground melted the first flakes, but since then no one has seen it. Roofs broke in, and tree limbs sagged. The snow crept up to cover half of bottom-story windows, and let children to jump safely from tall decks and low roofs. The snow built up for about a week, and then, though it continued to fall from the sky, the level on the ground stayed the same.

            School was canceled the day after Alphus’s birthday and the day, the week, and all the years after that. Business’s closed one after another. Only people who lived in their offices and who invested a large amount of their identity in their careers continued to work. Things became rather sedentary. Alphus did not finish elementary school.

            In the mornings, as was his habit, when Alphus donned his robe and fed his quail companions or if he happened to take a walk to see his mother, Alphus would behold his next-door neighbor. Behold: the man had a tan round belly and a hairy chest. This was apparent because he would stand on his driveway in only his lime-green swim trunks and fireman boots and grill himself a bratwurst before noon each day. Alphus tried to avoid his neighbor. The lime-green shade of the swim trunks was unsightly.

            To keep this up, the neighbor would wrestle his truck through the snow over to the food warehouse, and he’d buy the largest pack of bratwursts available. Alphus had seen these packs – dogs wrapped tightly in plastic like spongy teeth or a fleshy anemone. It hurt him psychologically.

3 comments:

  1. This is a great image, "The snow was a light dandruff at first then increased to splotches – like insects dead upon windshields: round and unique, appearing in random patterns, and inconvenient when present in swarms."

    Also, with the whole town shutting down because of the snow brings about such a curiosity in me...gets me asking questions like why did they HAVE to? Could they have not lived life around the weather? He didn't even finish school!?! (obviously that bums me out, but makes sense cause there is no school).

    Lastly, I loled at the lime-green swim trunks bratwurst neighbor guy. Love him, and love this line "Behold: the man had a tan round belly and a hairy chest." And that it hurt Alphus psychologically, haha.

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  2. Thanks for reading, Allie!

    And your questions are good ones. They are already sort of living around the weather, albeit slowly. In my experience, people are particular about their snow days... so as long as the snow keeps coming, these people keep demanding their time off. They probably could have figured out a more productive way to arrange their lives, but they're not the most motivated or the quickest of thinkers. That's my take on it anyway... Let me know if it is satisfying enough.

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    1. oooooh, I like that. They are kinda living around the weather already, aren't they. It's a cool perspective that shows the general character of the town. Satisfying :)

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