Another character study fiction piece using Michael Ondaatje’s formula short called 7 or 8 Things I Know About Her. Here’s:
7 or 8 Things I Know About Him: A Character Study; Quinn.
by J. Rains
After his father died he burned all the notebooks. He painted the basement black, where his father slept until he died, while his mother was on vacation. Have to get away, she said. When she came back, she picked up the notebook ashes with a dustpan and brush.
You look like something the cat dragged in, his mother said to his father. He couldn’t remember the cat dragging anything in the house, except once a chipmunk, which looked cute and fat as it lay on the gold linoleum floor.
He secretly unscrews all his wife’s vitamin capsules and inserts a birth control pill in each one. He watches her take the vitamins every day. He doesn’t know that she replaced the vitamin bottle with a new one when she noticed the expiration date.
He is five and his grandmother tells him that his feet are pigeon-toed. He doesn’t know what this means. He writes pejn-td in the notebook his mom got him at K-mart.
Overhear him say “you suck” and “fuck you jolly” to his new laptop computer. Saturday morning. 9:30.
“Growing up I knew I was different. I was always alone. In my head I was surrounded by people no one could see. I still am. I can work out conversations with all of them. It gets me no where.”
The lucid one are about living at a beach house in California where a supply of pre-written novels are hidden in a cupboard, ready for submission. In his real nighttime dreams he sees the dark things darting back and forth, his vision waning. There is no beach.
What we know…
Is that he has thought about taking his own life, how easy it would be to hit the entire bottle of pain killers and obtaining endless sleep. We know his wife will find him around 6 p.m.
What we don’t know…
Is that he is incapable of actually swallowing a pill. We don’t know that his wife has been dead for almost a year and will not find him around 6 p.m.
Writers comments: This is a character from one of my longer short stories. He’s a writer who can’t remember how to write. It is actually a journey into a mental meltdown, a man so altered by the death of someone he loves…The cat sequence is from a comment my mom always said and an event in my own childhood when my cat brought home a chipmunk in his mouth for us. It was quite cute, even though is was dead.