Friday, April 15, 2011

The White Paint Chronicles (#0003)

The Body

You ever see a dead body?  No, I don’t mean a corpse… I mean something that, as soon as you see it, the words, “dead body” pop into your head like the words, “flat tire” when you see a car on the side of the road or, “fucking tourist” when you see someone jay-walking at LAX. 

Dead body.

Say it just right, and you feel like you swallowed an ice cube whole.  Say it again, and the words burn cold and razor sharp, cutting your insides at that special place between the dry lump in your throat, and your fear-shrunken ball sack… because you’ve seen your future’s end, and read the last page of the unwritten story of your misspent life.

Is there really such a thing as “Indian Summer”?  In L.A. the closest thing to it is something called the “Santa Ana’s”.  Every fall, for a few days… okay, sometimes weeks… the cool breezes of the gray Pacific are swallowed up by a pissed-off furnace, blowing hot from the far north.  It’s a time when Chamber of Commerce weather is kidnapped and forcibly replaced by highs in the upper-90’s and gusts above 50 miles an hour.  During the days, dirt and smog blows against the grain from the mountains to the sea.  Palm trees are bent backwards, and the sky for a hundred miles is turned to 1960’s postcard brown… like it was when Dodger Stadium was new, and Marilyn Monroe was still breathing.  And the nights, tinted blue-black under a ghost-white moon streaked by blowing debris, glows with no life above the screaming of the wind.

And at full-moon-midnight, near the end of another shift, a dead body spoke.

To be continued...


  1. nice writing but seemed little stressed,liked your place god bless

  2. Suspense wrapped in such descriptive words and scenes that you can feel and taste. Only Friday....And all you want is the rest of the story ...and more.

  3. You have my attention. I'm hanging in and waiting for more ... feed me soon ;)

  4. Very taut writing, dramatic images. Reminds me of Raymond Chandler.

  5. "A Dead Body Spoke"...

    I totally agree with Cher. It's just coming alive when you read it. I wanna read more sooner than later please :D

    *grabs hot chocolate & cookies*

  6. Oooh. Nice imagery. I like it. More please!

  7. Hi! My first time here following a BC trail :).

    I've never had the thought 'dead body' but I was convinced that the writer had and because I am curious about what people think and why, I kept reading to find out.

    I love this: '...glows with no life above the screaming of the wind...'. An apparent paradox waiting to be resolved???

  8. oooooooooooooo.... i'm loving this one.... can't wait to read what's next... XD

  9. " breezes of the gray Pacific are swallowed up by a pissed-off furnace..."

    " is kidnapped.."

    "...Palm trees are bent backwards, and the sky for a hundred miles is turned to 1960’s postcard brown..."

    What makes one writer more distinct and noticed than another? In your case, your way of winding words together like no other. More than a writer with these phrases, you are a teacher of how you can free yourself as just a writer and express the world in experimental choices of words.