Currency of Souls
Page 23
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Iris sits on the edge of her bed, a cigarette clamped between her fingers. Through the boards over the window, she can hear Horace and Maggie arguing down on the street, but after a while their raised voices blend in with the natural ambience of the night and she no longer notices.
The Sheriff is gone. Kyle too, and despite what they might have come to realize about their roles in the town, Milestone will die without them. It has no pulse, no reason to go on breathing, to keep pretending, and right now, as she sits here alone with only the shadows for company, the temptation to empathize is strong.
She slides off the bed, the cigarette held at a safe distance from the bedclothes, and drops to her knees. Despite the candles, the darkness beneath her bed is thick. On all fours, she fumbles, fingers outstretched until they touch cold metal. With a satisfied sigh, she tugs, pausing to jam the cigarette between her lips, then, back on her feet, and with both hands clamped around the handle, hauls the heavy object into the light.
There’s a fine film of dust on the box, which is roughly the size of a small refrigerator, or a child’s coffin. She brushes it away, traces with gentle fingers the initials that have been branded into the lid: K.V.
A whoop of laughter from Maggie informs Iris that the argument on the street has ended. Either that, or Horace has made a remark in his defense that has proved inadequate. With a faint smile, Iris shakes her head, draws on her cigarette, and scoots back on her knees. There is only one latch on the box, and it looks ancient, but Iris knows it is still functional. Tonight will not be the first time she’s opened it.
She snaps the latch, absently wiping the dust on her shirt, and eases open the heavy lid.
Inside, snug in their cotton beds, are a dozen small jars.
Each one bears a label, but they all say the same thing: TIME FLIES.
Trapped within all but one of the Mason jars are insects, miraculously still alive despite the amount of time they’ve been cooped up in there. Iris has kept this box beneath her bed for years, ever since she discovered it buried beneath a loose concrete slab in the ruin of what passes for the building’s back yard.
At first, she’d thought it was exactly what it looked like: a small chest freezer, or a cooler, but then her imagination led her by the hand to more extravagant and exciting possibilities. Maybe some bank robbers hid their loot in there. Maybe it’s packed to the brim with jewelry. Impatient, and at the mercy of childish excitement, she opened it, only to find it full of nothing but what she assumed were lightning bugs.
The flies press against the glass, as if they know they’re in her thoughts. Their bodies begin to glow a queer violet color. Iris smiles. They never fail to cheer her up, even when the weight of her sadness seems too much of a challenge for them.
“Hello, my friends.” She picks up one of the jars and holds it in front of her face, watches them take flight again inside their little glass prison.
She wonders what would become of these strange little creatures, should she dare to let them out. It is an idea that has occurred to her before, but she has always managed to convince herself to wait. Someday, she has always promised herself, she’ll find out what they are, and whether or not it’s safe to release them.
Someday.
Her smile disappears.
Always someday, never now.
And now everyone is gone.
With an uncertain smile, she walks her fingers up the glass toward the lid.
The insects follow.
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About the Author
Kealan Patrick Burke is the Bram Stoker Award-winning author of The Turtle Boy, The Hides, Vessels, Kin, Midlisters, Master of the Moors, Ravenous Ghosts, The Number 121 to Pennsylvania & Others, Currency of Souls, Seldom Seen in August, Jack & Jill, and Theater Macabre.
Visit him on the web at: http://www.kealanpatrickburke.com or http://kealanpatrick.wordpress.com.
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The section of this novel entitled “Saturday Night at Eddie’s” was previously published in a slightly different form in The Number 121 to Pennsylvania & Others, Cemetery Dance Publications, 2006, and in e-book form in 2010.
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