Blind Man's Dance
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“Blind Man’s Dance” (a collections of stories) by Chelsea Hoitt (Bachelors in English Literature, Southern New Hampshire University, 2010) A CREATIVE THESIS submitted to Southern New Hampshire University in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the degree of Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing School of Liberal Arts Jan. 29, 2013 Chelsea Hoitt ~ 1 Chelsea Hoitt Manuscript Sept. 2012 “Eye See You” “You are such an asshole, Tony.” “You aren't so nice yourself, Sandra.” “Fuck you. You think you can come here, after you’ve been out sleeping with someone else, and refuse to sign the goddamn divorce papers? What the fuck is wrong with you? I was married to you for seven long years and what do I have to show for it? Trust me, Tony, this was the last thing I wanted to happen to us. We've been through a lot of shit together, but this is too much. I've had enough of your bullshit. You said you'd sign them today!” “I’m only saying that I can’t sign them now on account of the taxes comin' up. We gotta file together or I'll lose my goddamned truck. I need that money, Sandra. You file with me and then I’ll sign whatever you want.” “So you want me to cover your fuckin’ debts to the IRS with my tax return? Get the fuck out, asshole! I’ll find a way to handle this shit without your useless ass. Get the fuck out!” Sandra pointed with a long icy blue painted fingernail at the door to the trailer home in which she lived. There was a quaint sign hanging on the door that said “Good Day!” and she regretted having it there to face him as he left. “Sandra, why the fuck are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you that was so bad, huh? What?” “Nothing! That was the fucking problem! How many times do we have to go over this?” She was almost screeching. “You never paid any attention to me! You ignored me so much it Chelsea Hoitt ~ 2 was like I wasn’t even there! I got to the point where I would fucking cry with happiness whenever someone so much as looked at me, I was so fucking lonely! I used to make friends with fucking characters from TV shows because you wouldn't let me have any goddamned real ones! You scared them all away with your white power Nazi bullshit. I swear, you just try to act tough - you're really just a fucking child!” “Don't push me, Sandra, or you know what will happen." He was clenching his fists. She did know what would happen, she knew from the pain of experience. She was silent for a long moment, giving him smoldering look. Finally, he broke the silence. "So you’re leaving me…That makes no fuckin’ sense, Sandra. Now you’ll just be even lonelier.” “Not if I find someone else I won’t,” she said through her teeth. She’d never said anything like that to him before, never alluded to wanting someone else. But she didn’t care anymore. It was over for her, that she was sure of. She didn’t need to worry so much about hurting his feelings anymore, especially after this stunt. Tony stormed out, slamming the door behind him as best he could, it was too cheap to get a proper slam out of it, and it simply quaked and shuddered and bounced back open rather than shut tight. Sandra could hear him peel out in his truck, peppering the outside of her trailer with pebbles from her driveway. She clenched her fists tightly and closed the door securely. Then she went about cleaning up the coffee she had been about to serve him. She thought she would have it done today. She thought she could move on and not have to deal with him anymore. Now she would. She swore under her breath and wiped her wet hands on her faded torn jeans. Ripping off her flannel shirt in a swift motion, she grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom for a shower. Chelsea Hoitt ~ 3 Sandra unbuckled her bra and began to unbutton her jeans. She was down to just her panties when she noticed something strange was coming out of her shower drain. It looked like some kind of growth, like a strange moss of some sort. There were tiny bulbs at the end of each little stem that grew from the holes in the drain, at least ten or twelve or so of them. “Oh, gross!” She wondered how they managed to grow there so fast. She had taken a shower the day before, in the early morning, not even 20 hours before. She threw on her towel and went out into the kitchenette to grab some cleaner and a rag. When she returned, she sat down and got a better look at the strange plant. It was a very strange plant indeed. It had a black stem, or black stems. She couldn’t tell if they were connected underneath, and the strange bulbs on top were much too large to have pushed their way through the holes in the drain. They must have grown once they were exposed. ‘What the heck is this?’ Sandra thought to herself. She grabbed the rag. She didn’t want to touch it. It was creeping her out. But she had to take a shower; she had to go to work at the night shift soon working as a desk person for the local motel. She had to look presentable. It was a relatively new job and she was trying to establish a better reputation in the neighborhood than she’d had in the past. She leaned in closer to the growth, and one of the bulbs suddenly opened to reveal an eye, gaping intently at her. Sandra screamed and stumbled backwards, accidentally letting go of her towel and falling on top of the cleaner bottle. The eyeball blinked. Sandra kept screaming until she ran out of breath. Then she took another breath, and hesitated. Her mind was racing. ‘What IS that? Is it an alien? Some mutated plant? A monster? A monster!’ She couldn’t think. She had to get out. That thing, it was looking at her. It was staring Chelsea Hoitt ~ 4 at her bare breasts! She got up, stumbling, and ran out of the bathroom. She ran into her bedroom and grabbed her robe and ran out the door to her neighbor's place. Her neighbor was a twenty-one year old kid named Alan who had moved in with his trailer and his pit bull and his four-wheeler and his dirt bike and his many cases of Natural Ice about three months before. He had visited Sandra on a regular basis, helping her with household chores and offering to lend her cups of sugar or pairs of pliers whenever she needed or didn’t need them. He thought she was a very attractive older woman. She was glad that he viewed her as unattainable, even though she was only eight years older than he. She pounded on Alen’s door, and he answered within seconds. He must have been bored. He didn’t work, getting a monthly stipend from a rich uncle who had died, so he was usually bored. “Sandra! How are ya, girl? What’s goin on, you there in your robe?” he said, answering the door in his wife-beater and gym shorts. “There is something in my shower! It’s …It’s got a….oh, God, you have to see it for yourself, come quick!” She was gasping for breath though she had only run about a hundred feet to his door. “Alright, let’s go take a look,” he said, following her scuttling footsteps. As she scuttled, she did her best to describe. “It’s terrible! It’s extraordinary! My goodness, I don’t know what it is! It scared the bejesus out of me!” They went inside and into her bathroom. “There! Look at that!” Sandra pointed at the growth. “It wasn’t there yesterday!” Alan bent down and looked. The bulb that had opened its eye was now shut. “Looks like Chelsea Hoitt ~ 5 some sort of moss or something. It’s funky lookin’, but I don’t know why it scared you so much.” “No, it….it did something. It…moved.” Sandra didn’t want to tell him the truth. She knew it would sound completely insane. “It moved?” He looked at her, squinting his eyes suspiciously. “Are you sure, now?” “Yes! Yes. It definitely moved. That part, right there.” She pointed her finger close at the bulb that had opened its eye. “Well, I got some drain cleaner back at the house if you want…” He turned toward her with his back to the plant. The eye opened again and stared at Sandra. She screamed, and making Alen jump and hit his head on the faucet knob. “What! What is it?” he shouted. “Look!” she said, pointing. He turned, but the bulb’s eye was already closed. “What?” he asked again, aggravated, rubbing his head. “It….it moved again! Oh, god, just get rid of it, please!” “Jesus, woman! I’ll rip the thing out right now if you want me to!” he said, and was facing her again when four more of the bulbs opened and blinked at her. “AAAAH! Yes! Please! Get it out right now!!” Alan turned and the eyes all closed.