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Fresh Sentinal
Fresh Sentinel
Ron Koppelberger
The frenzy in the convention lobby was a dilemma he bypassed for the concession stand near the front entrance. Addiction, he was addicted to the cool sugars of theaters and manna, his manna was soda pop. He was the expectant compulsion in the arena and he shamed the mass with his fervent pause as he drank in the cold air, the noise, the commotion and the soda pop.
“Jumbo Please!” he said to the pimpled teenager behind the counter. The teenager grinned and appraised him for a moment. Fast smiled back and licked his parched lips. An understanding occurred in that moment of anticipation, the moment before the fresh drink. He was the sentinel of what spectacle forgave, he was the backward glance in the shoving contest, the door swinging shut before the fire……a sentinel standing before the race, the order before the first and he incurred the hesitant knowledge of what would be and what was insane. He whispered to himself as the soda rolled into the waxy cup, “Birth and undeniable danger, coiling vipers and bad omens begone, trial and cold sugars be the rumor in magic faith……..to the show, to the show!” The soda moved across the stained wooden station and Fast looked at the frenzy for a moment before deciding at the last moment to leave the auditorium. Looking back on it he realized the bomb had been a fluke, a freak in the mix of soda and sentinels in transit. He looked past the pile of rubble that was the auditorium and sighed. Trusting the fates he moved toward another day after that in tide and the edge of August adversity.
The Bear and The Wolf
The Bear And The Wolf
Ron Koppelberger
Rejoicing in the wonder of his first kill the wolf found the trappings of a glee that surpassed his wildest dreams. He had been studious, patient and a beacon of example. The aged buck had been foraging for scraps of honey blossom, nibbling at the sweet nectar of the bloom when the wolf pounced. The deer had stood on two legs and grunted as the sleek gray wolf sunk his teeth into the underside of his neck. The wolf, excited by the kill had hung on until the deer dropped to the mossy ground.The wolf lay next to his pray licking his lips and contemplating the full belly he would have when he finished eating; suddenly he heard the growl. In the distance he heard, with spiritual perception the underbrush crunching and cracking. The approaching sound was opposing the lazy comfort he had been feeling and when the giant grizzly appeared his jaw clenched and he stood his ground defiantly.
The bear charged and the wolf circled to the rear of the large beast. Pausing for a moment the wolf admired the huge hulking figure of the bear, weighing his chances he layed his ears back and prepared to leap on it’s back. The bear let out a ravenous gasp as it sunk it’s teeth into the buck. The wolf paused again and briefly he understood the bears determination. The bear cracked the bones and tore the flesh of the deer easily as it began to devour it’s dinner. The wolf thought, that could be me in blood and telling exchange, that could be the tide that sense and freedom inflame for the sake of the hungry, for the sake of the hungry. It was then that he noticed the wound on the great bear, inflicted by the fire sticks that the humans carried. He knew and he retreated to the far wood as the bear ate his last meal.
The wolf knew he would live to hunt another day and he thanked the spirits for his good fortune and his grumbling stomach.
Angry Acclaim
Angry Acclaim
Ron Koppelberger
Consuming in the aftermath of blood, rumbles and opiate maelstrom, Hush Carnal yelled to the squirming cockroach, “JINX YER GUILTY HABIT……Immigrant wretch!” The anxiety succeeded in reinforcing his desire to kill the cockroach and lighten the load. His alcoholic indulgence and his opium high did little to abate the effect the cockroach had on his consciousness. “I shall KILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL YOUUUUUUUUUUU!” he screamed with tiny strings of spit and flem pouring from between his purple lips. The cockroach moved on and he cursed, “Damn YOUUUUU!”. His eyes rolled in insane angry circles as he staggered closer to the cockroach. “I shall KILLLLLLL YOUUUUUU ALLLLL, YOUR BROTHERS YOUR PARENTS AND YOUR CHILDRENNNNNNNNNN!” The cockroach crawled slowly to the far wall of the kitchen and hid behind the bread box. It had no sense of what fate might offer except for a few crumbs of bread and a place to lay eggs. “I Shall SMAAASSSSSHHH YOURRRRRRRRR HEADDDDDD YOU SON OF A WITCH!” He threw the breadbox to the floor and stomped on it promptly breaking his ankle in three places. “YEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIEEEEEEE!” he screamed as the pain coursed through his foot. The cockroach moved on to a container of sugar stored in a porcelain bowl and there he found peace if a cockroach can find peace.
Hush sat on the floor moaning for the next three hours and later, after the opium high had given up he would bandage his ankle, nevertheless he would always walk with a limp.
Sunday, 3 February 2013
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