A Comment, Part Two 7/01

The wind is really picking up outside...becoming buffeting. I wonder if we will lose the power-yet again? For like the nine hundredth time in the twelve years that I have lived here?!

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Some people like my stories (the satiric, minimalistic, realistic ones in addition to the bizarre, occult, strange, weird, wholly unrealistic ones) and some people don't, I guess. Or, I would if I had some goddamn input on them (not to mention my poems)!

Brief Notes on a Short Story Mixing Comedy and Horror that I Want To Write (Which Came To Me While at RA) 7/01

Simply, while I was waiting for my interview at Rite-Aid to begin today, I sat in the alcove near the pharmacy department, and an old, gross, ugly, red-headed, doughy-faced, short woman hobbled by with her cane, started to sit in a chair far from me, and then changed her old, foolish mind at the last moment and sat in a chair nearest me. She was waiting for her prescription to be filled; I was waiting for my interview to start, for the manager to come get me. Quite frankly, she repulsed me, and I grew sickened at the sight and thought of her...and I looked at her cane several times, wondering what I would do if she went crazy and started hitting me with it. I mean, what would I, what could I do in that situation? That was a major conundrum to me, for I would have to protect myself, if the decrepit lady somehow had the ability to really thwack a person hard with her cane, and thus damage me, and what would the penalty be for protecting myself from some wicked, crazy, witchlike lady? God knows given some of the stupid laws in our country, ones that don't protect people very well. And in that instant, as I imagined the old bitch hitting me over and over with her steel, rubber-tipped cane in some kind of insane ecstasy, I came up with the ultimate idea for a story. The story is of a young man, waiting for an interview, who an old woman hits with her cane, and he is forced to defend himself against her somehow titanic onslaughts and assaultive rage. Obviously, as he is young and strong and she is weak and old, he kills her, but most viciously. Perhaps his rage was stirred up by her insanity and repulsiveness and egregious annoyance. Whatever the reason, the result is especially gory...yet deserved, at least within the framework of the story. But the whole thing starts in the office of the manager as he, the young man of the story, Our Hero, is being questioned by the police and to them he tells the story, the very strange story of the two assaults, of the altercation. Perhaps even I can add a touch of the occult, macabre and supernatural to the story, by making the woman actually out to be a witch, a real, true, awful, evil witch...who must be killed; at least that way, the young man of the story, and not to mention me, doesn't seem so bad and himself insane, if the story is actually just a tale of a tiny battle between good and evil, with my main character naturally representing good, and the doughy-faced old crone representing evil. At any rate, it is, to me, a good and interesting and highly entertaining story.
Although, if fiction of that gory and awful and eerie sort, where the mundane turns bizarre, is not to the liking of other people, if they would prefer something more realistic, then I could always tell the actual tale of what really happened today. That would be a good story, too.....I guess.