Fail In Progress: Death Defying Love
This week has been amazing in so many ways, things are
So today, I present to you, a big Ol' Failure. The following story is incomplete. It is all that I
::whew:: What a relief. I
On Friday, August 23rd, 1912 in Phoenix Hill Kentucky, organ music piped through the wind above a crowd from the local town. Every soul in Jefferson County slinked through the yellowed grass field toward the red and white striped tent. Bodies pressed together in a mass at the entrance, queuing to get inside and experience wonders they might never
A young woman in a blue dress followed the crowd of strangers. She was more eager than most to glimpse the wonders inside the tent. In part because there was a young acrobat that had kept his promise to return to her when next the company came through. They had written letters for two years now. This would be the last summer that she waited for him to return. Next year she would be old enough to go with him. She had been practicing the dance routine that he taught her. She had even worked on her music to accompany the dance since she could not dance right now.
She also knew that she would
She worried that he would still find her as lovely as he said last summer. She had been looking forward to this day, counting the weeks since the circus packed up and left last September. She coughed into a white
He greeted her at the entrance, but immediately his face creased when he surveyed her.
He had saved a seat for her near the front of the stands. She knew most of the performers by now and counted many of them as friends. They all looked forward to the day she would join them. So when they each kept their distance
He sat with her for a moment taking both of her hands in
Imagery of death and life and transformation in the performance. Use the word TRICK to put life and death into familiar fun playful terms.
so my character doesn't understand that sanatoriums are basically a death sentence
she is hoping to
she hasn't told him
She tells him she is fine. She takes Foley’s honey and
but he recognizes the symptoms the second he sees her (because he's travelled all over the place with the circus and consumption is not exactly difficult to spot) he’s read sherlock holmes. He wonders about these sanatoriums. People didn’t get better, they just went away.
he helps her to a seat he's
she is relentlessly hopeful about her condition, but hurt
circus goes on for a bit
it gets windy and cold and the tent doesn’t keep all the weather out.
her cough picks up
he's an acrobat
and he gets distracted
by her being escorted out of the tent
She hears a crack and the crowd rising to their feet, yelling. A woman screamed
What was that sound? She asked, half turning back.
She spent a week at home before people from the hospital came and took her to the Waverly Hills Sanatorium.
The sanatorium was everything he had said. She gave up writing after her sixth letter joined the stack of those waiting to travel to him. She languished there until winter, construction on the sanatorium still incomplete. There were few souls to speak with and only one question that kept her awake.
What was his trick
By December she could no longer deny the permanence of her separation from him and the rest of the world. You don’t leave
The nurse came that day
“This past summer,” she said
Mary could barely take breath enough to ask her to go on.
But she stopped before the moment that mattered most.
“The acrobat?” Mary said.
Then the nurse closed her eyes on impulse, as if it was a reflex to what she saw.
“I see people pass every day here. But seeing that fall was more than my heart could bear.”
The dullness and black inescapable pain of his loss took any air
In an “advanced patient” tent on the lawn of Waverly Hills, she closed her eyes for the last time on Christmas day 1912.
Some people say spirits relive their death when they are caught here on earth. I don't suspect that's the case. Because I've never heard terribly coughing on the hilltop, but I have heard organ music lift with the wind above Phoenix Hill.
And in August, and especially when there is a circus or fair around, people have seen a pale silhouette of a boy and a girl, twirling and leaping near the horizon, at last as one.