Soul's Road: A Fiction Collection by Cody Luff

Author:Cody Luff [Luff, Cody]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-08-01T04:00:00+00:00

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Back at the Nugget, with his very own T.V. in his room, Henry falls asleep to a Harry Potter movie. Steven and Judith watch Letterman. Steven wants to make her feel good after the monologue, but he falls asleep during the first commercial.

Judith tries to sleep but can’t. Music in the time signature of 11/4 plays through her head. She can hear Dave Brubeck’s Eleven Four, the urgent high hat and rambling clarinet pushing the beat. 11/4. 11/4. Of course, she remembers. Sedi Donka. From Bulgaria. Compounds of seven and eleven. For her master’s thesis, she chose music from Eastern European countries, loving how the unusual meter informed the hops and jumps of native folk dancers. It had almost made her want to do that. To dance.

She looks out at the slick-wet streets and lights of Reno from their 22nd floor view. 11 + 11. Maybe she is going crazy.

Steven’s laptop is on the table. She flips it open. It hums to life.

A little Googling and suddenly there are hundreds of references. A football is 11 inches long. Both M.A.S.H. and Cheers, her two favorite shows in the 80’s, ran for 11 seasons with 11 main characters. A rocket must travel at a speed of over 11km per second to escape the Earth's gravity. Einstein believed there were dimensions not visible to us, 11 dimensions in all.

She should stop, go to sleep, but she can’t. On a numerology site, she finds a way to determine her life path number. She takes her birthday, March 8, 1971, and adds the numbers as the site instructs. March, which is a 3, gets added to the 8. Then add to that the year, 1 + 9 + 7 + 1. She comes up with 29. Add those together. 2 +9 = 11.

Judith is an 11.

She leans back in the executive chair. If she adds those two together, 1 + 1 = 2. She is a 2. But, no, the site says that 11 is a master number with a master vibration and should not be reduced.

She reads about elevens. They are attracted to the unknown; intuitive, sensitive, and spiritual. The last word seems loud, bigger than the others. She is not spiritual. Believes in nothing but the finiteness of existence. She is not calmed by this belief, but at least she can understand it. When she reads that others turn to elevens for teaching and inspiration, she thinks of her Suzuki students. How many of them has she inspired? Eleven years she has been teaching. That number is failing to surprise her now.

The glow of the computer dies with a slide of a button. She makes her way back to the bedroom and slips under crisp sheets. She still cannot sleep. She tosses and turns and thinks about spirits. And God. And the unknown.

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