the rain curtain

it is 1953. in the corner he is running his fingers over the delicate edges of the glass bottle. nose to the wall, breathing heavily. he dips a finger into the liquid and begins to write letters on the wall with his wet fingertips. finished. he gets up and turns his back to his work and counts to 333. when he turns back around his letters are glowing grey and forming sentences. the boy blinks. the sentences are forming stories, and now every square inch of the wall is glowing grey. the boy smiles at his finished work. it is hot in the room. he turns on a fan. slowly the letters begin to peel off the walls and fall sloppily to the floor. he lays down on his bed and watches his tiny black and white tv. bewitched is on. samantha wiggles her nose and her suitcase floats over to her side. envious, the boy turns to his letter covered floor and wiggles his nose. nothing. "damn you," he says. he wiggles again. nothing. "fine." the boy once again turns his back to the letters and counts to 333. when he looks back they are forming a funnel. floating and turning around each other. the boy stands and walks over to his tornado of letters. like drapes he pushes them apart and steps into the middle. it is damp and windy, and he can hear people talking. somebody is narrating the story! no. it is samantha. he forgot to turn off the tv. he pushes the letter drapes apart once again. turns his back to the tv. counts to 333. turning back around, tabatha is standing beside the tv. the boy invites her into the ring of letters. she accepts. together they step inside. the force is pushing them apart, lifting them up. the boy weighs more, and can withstand the force of the wind. tabatha is weak and fragile and has nothing to hold on to. the boy reaches out for tabatha's hand, but she is too far away. she is forced out the top of the funnel, and she falls to the floor. the boy pries apart the now reluctant letter curtains and runs over to tabatha. her neck is turned in an unnatural way. she is dead. the boy is angry, and opens his window. each letter floats out, and disintegrates in some weary heat. the boy picks tabatha up and pushes her out the window into the bushes. the boy's mother comes in and asks him what the noise is. "i killed tabatha." the boy points out the window. the mother walks over and looks, smiles, and hands her son a valium.


	amaze me machine. \| home writings the rain curtain. it is 1953. in the corner he is running his fingers over the delicate edges of the glass bottle. nose to the wall, breathing heavily. he dips a finger into the liquid and begins to write letters on the wall with his wet fingertips. finished. he gets up and turns his back to his work and counts to 333. when he turns back around his letters are glowing grey and forming sentences. the boy blinks. the sentences are forming stories, and now every square inch of the wall is glowing grey. the boy smiles at his finished work. it is hot in the room. he turns on a fan. slowly the letters begin to peel off the walls and fall sloppily to the floor. he lays down on his bed and watches his tiny black and white tv. bewitched is on. samantha wiggles her nose and her suitcase floats over to her side. envious, the boy turns to his letter covered floor and wiggles his nose. nothing. "damn you," he says. he wiggles again. nothing. "fine." the boy once again turns his back to the letters and counts to 333. when he looks back they are forming a funnel. floating and turning around each other. the boy stands and walks over to his tornado of letters. like drapes he pushes them apart and steps into the middle. it is damp and windy, and he can hear people talking. somebody is narrating the story! no. it is samantha. he forgot to turn off the tv. he pushes the letter drapes apart once again. turns his back to the tv. counts to 333. turning back around, tabatha is standing beside the tv. the boy invites her into the ring of letters. she accepts. together they step inside. the force is pushing them apart, lifting them up. the boy weighs more, and can withstand the force of the wind. tabatha is weak and fragile and has nothing to hold on to. the boy reaches out for tabatha's hand, but she is too far away. she is forced out the top of the funnel, and she falls to the floor. the boy pries apart the now reluctant letter curtains and runs over to tabatha. her neck is turned in an unnatural way. she is dead. the boy is angry, and opens his window. each letter floats out, and disintegrates in some weary heat. the boy picks tabatha up and pushes her out the window into the bushes. the boy's mother comes in and asks him what the noise is. "i killed tabatha." the boy points out the window. the mother walks over and looks, smiles, and hands her son a valium.