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Fetichismo by Christopher Battle
When he returned from the supermarket he purposely put his grocery sack on top of the tile with the spot, and tried to pretend to himself that this is where he'd always intended to put the sack anyway. He pulled bread, butter, cheese, leeks, and wine out of the bag and put them away. When he'd emptied the sack he picked it up and turned quickly, so as not to glance at the tile underneath it. Raoul made leek soup that night. He put the cutting board over the spot as he de-leafed and cleaned the leeks. Their acrid taste was like grapes and fire, but without the sugar. He didn't clean the cutting board and went to bed soon after dinner. In his dreams that night there was something always at the edges, like a tremor in the periphery of his dream vision. When he woke up his eyes were crusted with sleep and he felt un-rested. He was in a terrible mood all day; he felt deeply unsettled and violently restless. Raoul still had hopes of meeting the right woman and settling into the buzzing current of family life that swept the years past in a flood. He wasn't given to contemplation, except on days when it rained heavily. On these days he would do nothing but sit by the window, wondering who he used to be and how he'd come to be here. On these days he would also remember there was death in the world—he'd drink schnapps and go to bed early. Raoul continued to have trouble sleeping and became listless. At work he saw a young boy scrape his knee while playing soccer. The vision of crying blue eyes and raw pink flesh, a young boy on his knees, floated back recurrently into Raoul's thoughts. He took a few days off. He stayed in bed mostly, ordering food in rather than cooking. He didn't go to the kitchen, didn't look at the black spot, but he couldn't help thinking about it. It seemed to be there, in his thoughts, embedded somewhere in a child's knee. It seemed to exist in the dark specks on his clothing and on the ceiling. There were black spots everywhere. There was one inside of him, opening up like a curse or a rose or a prehistoric eye. All content in SmokeLong Quarterly copyright 2003-2008 by its authors. |
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Christopher Battle holds a Bachelors of Physics & Mathematics from the University of Texas. He currently lives in Wuerzburg, Germany and works as a secretary in an after-school center for elementary school children on an American Army base. |
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| Issue Thirteen (June 15, 2006): A Foreign Woman by Roberta Allen «» Fetichismo by Christopher Battle «» How the Broken Lead the Blind Until They Both Become Something Else Entirely by Matt Bell «» See Odi Naked by Lisa K. Buchanan «» Memory of Sky by Jai Clare «» The Captain by Ron Currie, Jr. «» Bingham by Steve Cushman «» The Table by David Erlewine «» Daffodil by Kathy Fish «» Fishing by Mike Hagemann «» Real Estate by Jennifer A. Howard «» Emily Avenue by Jeff Landon «» Tough Act by Steven J. McDermott «» Cheering by Srdan Papic «» Something Blew by Ellen Parker «» Euclid's Elements by Mary Lynn Reed «» Miracle by Chad Simpson «» Her Lips by Claudia Smith «» Man and Dog by Girija Tropp «» Randomization by Joseph Young «» Interviews: Roberta Allen «» Matt Bell «» Lisa K. Buchanan «» Jai Clare «» Ron Currie, Jr. «» Steve Cushman «» Katrina Denza «» David Erlewine «» Kathy Fish «» Mike Hagemann «» Jennifer A. Howard «» Jeff Landon «» Steven J. McDermott «» Srdan Papic «» Ellen Parker «» Mary Lynn Reed «» Chad Simpson «» Claudia Smith «» Girija Tropp «» Joseph Young «» Cover Art "Despair" by Marty D. Ison «» Letter From the Editor | |||