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Fiction #115
(published January 2, 2003)
Eyes of a Dead Man
by Jerry Vilhotti

The aroma of flowers permeated the whole room and sounds like Rorschach images exploded from all sections: sobs, chokes, small muffled cries, awkward half-suppressed giggles, a nose being vehemently blown off a face, a deep haunting tavern cough that seemed like it was encased in lakes of phlegm. Michael stood next to his half-sister Nancy whose breathing sounded like a scream from one of his nightmares. He still had to sleep with lights on. Larry stood next to his full-sister Clara. They had flown up from "YOUR VOTE DON"T COUNT" Florida. Larry thirty-one years old presumed to be the spokesperson for his brothers and sisters since he had been the oldest when their mother had placed them into the Saint Apartheid Orphanage for "just a little while" that became twenty or so months. Larry told his uncle Johnny, whom they had laughed at for attempting to build a hut for them to hide just before his sister Tina was taking them to "The Home" adjacent to the first Taliban institution of higher learning of the one true God. Johnny was four years older than Larry and looked shocked when Larry told him that his brother Danny wasn't coming up because he was slowly going crazy in Florida cowboy country due to Al telling him he had nearly died on the operating table and Christ had come to him showing him the way to make millions in antiques so he could begin saving all the crippled children in the world. The only money they would see - he told Johnny - was Al's insurance money and that was the reason Clara had come with him; to sign the policy ... Danny was wearing a black cape, a black mask and carrying a large rock asking orange pickers to smash his head so he could lose the laugh in his head that was planted there the night after they returned from the orphanage when he had seen seven guys taking turns going into their mother's bedroom where her laugh was being born from the vagina of her mouth .... When Johnny asked Larry why he called his father Al he was told Johnny's sister Tina told them that it was all Al's fault she had to place them where she was since he was a jealous man always thinking she was cheating on him. Johnny wanted to tell Larry that in truth his father had caught her in the back seat of their car with the carpenter who was trying to build their "dream house" but Larry began choking making strange sounds. Tina, the mother, with her brain damaged after she ran a stop sign a few years before was formulating deformed words making up a whisper: "Dan't begetch de evelobes!" she said and then continued to stare at the silver tray just to the side of her first husband's head; Al, fifty-two years old, lay in his casket ... dead. Dead. Dead END

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