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The State – 4

Posted: April 1, 2013 in The State

12.

Eedee managed to blink away enough tears to see clearly again, catching a hurried glimpse of Edward’s shirt as he moved into the crowd, a block ahead of where she stood. Cradling her hand to her chest and trying to ignore the pulsating flashes of pain she was feeling, Eedee lunged after him.

She darted carefully through the thronging masses; the ones collected here to witness the spectacles of the night. Edward jogged left. Eedee followed. Rows upon rows of vendor’s booths greeted her as she turned into the street, flanking her on either side. The street was jammed. People lined up three blocks deep to spin the wheel and win a prize from their local insurance company. Edward made a break for the sidewalk with Eedee in pursuit. The sounds of old women, singing karaoke in green and blue visors, escorted her off the thoroughfare and onto the less crowded white, concrete pathway.

Sir, you are going to have to stop running in this crowd.”

Edward looked up at the man standing before him. The one who was now blocking his path. He noted the black pants and black jacket, along with the walkie talkie on his belt before the man reached out and put his hand on Edward’s shoulder. “Do we understand each other?” The security guard tightened his grip on Edward and tried to turn him forcefully towards the other man’s face. “Look at me, boy. I said do we understand each other?”

Edward stared hard at the man’s boots. He felt tears well up in his eyes and saw them splash down next to the stale and discarded gum at his feet. When he felt the guard try to force him to turn once again, he said, “No sir, I don’t think that we do understand each other,” and looked, dead on, deep into the other man’s eyes.

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The State – 3

Posted: April 1, 2013 in The State

10.

Edward met the EMT at the curb as red and blue lights strafed palely across the afternoon. “Please, hurry,” he said. “I don’t think she’s breathing.”

As Edward ran up the stairs, following the medic, he struggled to keep from breaking down into tears. Sam had died over two years ago. That was a fluke, the doctors had said, somehow they had missed the epilepsy and it wasn’t Edward’s fault. No, he hadn’t caused it, it really had nothing at all to do with him. At least, that was what they had told him.

The EMT bent over the woman’s squat bulk and paused, listening closely with his stethoscope for any signs of life. He turned to Edward with a grim look on his face that Edward could only take one way.

What happened!!??” Edward shrieked at the man now standing before him.

Woh buddy, I’m gonna need you to calm down there.”

What happened!?” Edward yelled again, less hysterically.

Son, I’m going to need you to take a step back and stop yelling at me. I’ve got to radio this in, okay? She was old. These things happen. It’s a fact of life, kid. Please.”

The EMT turned to face the window, pulling his radio from where it was attached at his shoulder to call in the tragedy at his feet.

Edward stepped forward, his hands balled into fists and hanging by his side.

WHAT.”

HAPPENED.”

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The State – 2

Posted: April 1, 2013 in The State

7.

Pay attention, class. A covalent bond is different from an ionic bond. You need to know this for the test. It is fundamental to your understanding of Chemistry and passing this class.” Edward jotted down a note as the bell ending class began to ring. “Make sure to study this weekend!” The teacher’s advice followed Edward out into the hall of Mission High School as he made his way to his locker to collect his things.

The throng of peers flowing around Edward carried him slowly along, ushering him forward on the current of their weekend fantasies; people jostling him aside to escape their educational confines for a sweet two-day respite from their teachers and from learning.

Edward debarked from the throng at his locker and began to load books into his bag. He remembered to pack chemistry along in next to his notes for trig. Shutting the door to his locker, Edward turned and began to make his way down the hallway of the school and out into the glorious freedoms of the weekend.

His hand was placed firmly against the steel door leading outside, when a glimpse of bright red caught his attention and turned his head.

Wow. Gorgeous.”

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The State – 1

Posted: April 1, 2013 in The State

4.

It’s a hard business, the running of an orphanage. There were so many problems to address – always issues – issues and problems. But Father didn’t mind; he had been at this game for a long time now, and he knew how to keep things in tune.

That’s not to say that he wasn’t upset this morning. “Women,” he thought to himself, immediately regretting it. Looking around to see if anyone had caught his momentary lapse into internal misogyny, Father exited his office, moving down the hall and into the dining room to see what he could do about this latest development.

Ladies, thank you for coming. Let us give thanks for the wonderful meal Sister Ann has prepared for us this morning.” Father looked around the room as the Sisters turned towards the back where Ann was placing a bowl of cut fruit onto the buffet. A few women who had started to clap, realizing that they were essentially alone in their endeavor, embarrassingly attempted to conceal their efforts. All eyes turned back towards Father at the front of the room.

Ladies. The reason we are here today, is…well…impropriety.” He paused to let his last word sink down into the consciousness of his audience. “Impropriety.”

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The State – 0

Posted: April 1, 2013 in The State

1.

Wet spots. Goddam wet spots. Jesus. Perfect.”

Mary looked up at the sign above the door. “Home for Children” was carved into a piece of blue-painted wood; faded from the years since it had been installed. She hoped that Father didn’t notice the spots. She really needed the money.

The sound of the door’s handle turning brought her back to herself. “Now or never,” she thought, affecting a smile not unlike the one that had landed her in this situation in the first place.

Mary?”

Yes, I’m…”

Come in please.”

A woman, dressed in the garb of her beliefs, led Mary into the building. Aside from her curt interruption of Mary’s introduction, the woman did not speak. She stood in the entryway and eyeballed Mary; starting with a penetrating gaze into Mary’s brown eyes, and then down, over the ample curves of Mary’s waist and belly and resting finally on the black clogs that Mary had found herself wearing recently. If the woman noticed the wet spots on Mary’s chest, she gave no indication. “Come this way please. Father is waiting.”

Mary followed the woman down the hall, hoping that Father was a bit friendlier than her current escort.

The woman stopped at a wooden door carved with four acorns; one adorning each corner of it. Mary was unsure of when such things had ever been in style on the West coast. There was a worn, wooden bench set to the right of the door. The woman indicated to Mary that she should take a seat. “Wait here please.”

Feeling thankful to be off of her feet, Mary searched her purse quickly for a tissue with which to address her leaking breasts. Before she could complete her digging, the acorn door opened wide and a strong, baritone voice said, “Mary, would you come in here?”

A man appearing roughly sixty years old was seated behind a wooden desk that was adorned with the same acorns as the portal to his office. “Please, take a seat,” he said; indicating the leather wrapped chairs at Mary’s side. Mary sat.

I see from your shirt that you weren’t exaggerating on your application. No, please, don’t be embarrassed, this is a good thing. This is exactly what we have need of. And I believe that we can be of some assistance to you as well?” Father asked with a small, friendly smile breaking over his face.

Mary sagged into her chair a little with relief. “Yes, Father. I… Well, I…I don’t really have much use for this anymore,” Mary said, looking down at her now mottled shirt, as sadness pulled down on the corners of her face. “I’m happy to help out where I can.”

Father stood from behind his desk and quickly moved to Mary’s side, taking up her hand. “Let’s get you started right away,” he said, smiling into Mary’s brown eyes. “That little boy needs you.”

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