Kathleen Duey's Blog, page 14
April 22, 2009
Reunion
Russet: But now? I didn’t imagine the pounding. I morph into a nerd and peek out. My father is standing there. He has blood on his shirt.
Russet: We stare at each other through the glass. He looks both ways, then gestures. I slide the door open.“Are you hurt?” He seems puzzled.
Russet: I point at the blood; it’s still wet. He looks irritated, inconvenienced. My skin prickles and I realize this: It isn’t his blood.
Russet: My hands are fists. "What’s going on?” He pushes me backward, wedges himself
Russet: We stare at each other through the glass. He looks both ways, then gestures. I slide the door open.“Are you hurt?” He seems puzzled.
Russet: I point at the blood; it’s still wet. He looks irritated, inconvenienced. My skin prickles and I realize this: It isn’t his blood.
Russet: My hands are fists. "What’s going on?” He pushes me backward, wedges himself
My Father
Russet: I wish I hadn’t called E. I wish a lot of impossible things. I need to be one person, live one life. Somehow. Somewhere?
Russet: I finally call. My dad’s answering message: “The enemy has assassins placed. Not LT--TA.” I almost smile. It’s The Game.
Russet: We use a simple code: The middle 1 or 2 letters , reversed. He means—Not Portland. Seattle. He wants 4 more hours to play.
Russet: Justin said he knew my father--and he ended up face down on concrete. Will I? I bite my lip and tast
Russet: I finally call. My dad’s answering message: “The enemy has assassins placed. Not LT--TA.” I almost smile. It’s The Game.
Russet: We use a simple code: The middle 1 or 2 letters , reversed. He means—Not Portland. Seattle. He wants 4 more hours to play.
Russet: Justin said he knew my father--and he ended up face down on concrete. Will I? I bite my lip and tast
8. A Time to Run
Russet: It's a long five minutes. I check the pink phone twice: three messages, none of them for me. I almost dial Justin, then hesitate.
Russet: What would I say? That I saw a person morph like a movie shapeshifter? Justin already thinks I am crazy. I am almost sure I'm not.
Russet: But maybe my father can send me dreams when I'm awake? Maybe there is no pale man or a brown haired girl. So maybe nothing's real?
Russet: I shiver and cry a little, hiding my face. When I glance up, the attenda...
Russet: What would I say? That I saw a person morph like a movie shapeshifter? Justin already thinks I am crazy. I am almost sure I'm not.
Russet: But maybe my father can send me dreams when I'm awake? Maybe there is no pale man or a brown haired girl. So maybe nothing's real?
Russet: I shiver and cry a little, hiding my face. When I glance up, the attenda...
7. Trust
Russet: I stare, wondering why my father expects me to trust him after all the craziness, all the weird games. I loved him. But trust?
Russet: I watch the tall man walk in tree shadows, then through a shaft of sunlight. The white thing angles out, way past his shoulder.
Russet: Canvas? A rolled-up tent? I squint, my right palm flat on the window glass. Wind stirs the trees and the sunlight flickers.
Russet: The man pivots, sets off, walking fast, then stops abruptly. He turns and faces the...
Russet: I watch the tall man walk in tree shadows, then through a shaft of sunlight. The white thing angles out, way past his shoulder.
Russet: Canvas? A rolled-up tent? I squint, my right palm flat on the window glass. Wind stirs the trees and the sunlight flickers.
Russet: The man pivots, sets off, walking fast, then stops abruptly. He turns and faces the...
7. Trust Russet: I stare, wondering why my father expects...
7. Trust
Russet: I stare, wondering why my father expects me to trust him after all the craziness, all the weird games. I loved him. But trust?
Russet: I watch the tall man walk in tree shadows, then through a shaft of sunlight. The white thing angles out, way past his shoulder.
Russet: Canvas? A rolled-up tent? I squint, my right palm flat on the window glass. Wind stirs the trees and the sunlight flickers.
Russet: The man pivots, sets off, walking fast, then stops abruptly. He turns and faces the
Russet: I stare, wondering why my father expects me to trust him after all the craziness, all the weird games. I loved him. But trust?
Russet: I watch the tall man walk in tree shadows, then through a shaft of sunlight. The white thing angles out, way past his shoulder.
Russet: Canvas? A rolled-up tent? I squint, my right palm flat on the window glass. Wind stirs the trees and the sunlight flickers.
Russet: The man pivots, sets off, walking fast, then stops abruptly. He turns and faces the
6. Dreams
Russet: Back in my compartment, my phone goes off—It's Emma. "Are you there?" she asks. She sounds shaky, frantic. It scares me.
Russet: I fumble the lock, pull the curtains. She's breathing in rhythm with the train. "Are you ok?" I ask, then close my eyes, hoping.
Russet: "You're the only person I know who doesn't have an outgoing message," she says, "I never know if I should leave a voicemail or—"
Russet: "Are you ok?" I interrupt, "you sound upset." "I just had a strange dream," she says. "How a
Russet: I fumble the lock, pull the curtains. She's breathing in rhythm with the train. "Are you ok?" I ask, then close my eyes, hoping.
Russet: "You're the only person I know who doesn't have an outgoing message," she says, "I never know if I should leave a voicemail or—"
Russet: "Are you ok?" I interrupt, "you sound upset." "I just had a strange dream," she says. "How a
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