BULB by Bradley Wind

Author:Bradley Wind [Wind, Bradley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: KIND Books
Published: 2019-10-13T06:00:00+00:00

☴TWENTY-ONE☴

The Journal of Beattie Calez

Choctaw is where I was born, in the Appalachian Mountains of Virginia. What do you want to read, I had a hard life, that I came to this Center to escape my hard life? Well, don’t go taking the shine off your eyes because that’s not my story, and mostly it’s not true anyway. I’ve lived what I would call a very average life, albeit one of high hues, feathers, and show-stopping shoes.

Only thing that truly makes my life unusual was Pinky and that Mom and my younger brother Billy passed on when I was all of fourteen years old. I’ve missed Mom and Billy every day since. I never knew my father. He left Mom after he found out she was pregnant. I’ll begin about the time they, meaning Mom and Billy, leave my history and Pinky entered it.

The day before they died, June third, I was at my favorite rock where the sun hits you best in the Summer, the wind kisses you most in Spring and Fall, and where you can watch for miles as the land below goes all white in the winter. It’s one of those places where a person gets draped in cloud dresses and can get close to what’s important, you know, feel like you’re on top of the world. More than any other time of the year I spent my summer days there reading. The rock’s surface was always warm in June and if you left your biscuit on a napkin by a fourth or fifth chapter it’d taste like you pulled it from the oven. I remember I’d already laid out the cut flowers and placed some butter I’d left in the freezer overnight on the side of the bread. I’d wrap it up real tight in paper towels so that once the sun had readied the bread the butter was at the perfect temperature for spreading. I loved that rock. I hope all the spring bulbs I planted are still blooming around it and I bet my name is still there, but maybe it’s worn away by now…by the time you’re reading this. You! Who are you?

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I stopped reading her journal because a buzzing started on the back of my ears. I tried scratching and massaging to see if it’d stop but it didn’t. It was an unnerving sensation. I grabbed both of my ears and applied pressure which caused it to increase in my skull until halos of rainbow suddenly emanated from Beattie’s head and morphed into a cloud of dark pink static that flipped like confetti and briefly obscured her face. There was little doubt of what I’d seen but I didn’t have the time to think differently or explore what it might be because as I took my hands from beside my ears it disappeared. I tapped my goggles to begin recording ridiculously thinking I might and tried squeezing my ears again to see if I could replicate the vision, but nothing worked. It wouldn’t happen again.

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