Posted in Fiction

The Fridge – A Fiction

One day you buy this fridge for your house.  Get it off the internet for a nice price, the guy drops it off in your drive, and so on and so forth.  No big deal.

The fridge itself isn’t anything special.  Just a fridge.  Upper section freezer, lower section refrigerator goods.  White.  Just like the fridge your parents had, back in the day.

Only sometimes, when you pass the kitchen, you see this glow.  Right out of the corner of your eye.

Like the fridge door is open.  Only it’s not.  Never is.

Strange.  But the human mind is strange.  It’s also adaptable, so for a while, you put it out of your thoughts.  It’s just something that happens.  That’s all.

Then, maybe a month after you buy the fridge, it happens.  You see that glow in the corner of your eye, only this time when you turn your head, the glow stays.

It’s like the lower door has come off, revealing glowing golden light.

The longer you stare, the more you see.  It’s like peering out a window.  The glow is a sun, surrounded by fluffy white clouds.  It reminds you of a movie you watched once, or perhaps a clip of a movie.  But there are no ghosts, or, rather, no monsters near the sun.  It is just light and warmth and good.

Of course you’re walking towards it.  One step at a time.  Why wouldn’t you?

It is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.

You enter the kitchen, and in an eternity that passes in an instant, you stand in front of the fridge.  You reach forward to touch that light, that glow, that warmth.

Only instead of touching it, you see your fingers suddenly bend back.  As if you’ve hit something hard.

Which you have.

The fridge door.

The glow is gone.  It was never there to begin with.  Just the white door, so plain, so average.

The rest was an illusion.  A hallucination.

Maybe it should disturb you.

Instead, it just disappoints.

Strange, but this time you can’t just let it go.

You go about your days, work at your job, and when you’re not busy you think about it.  Think about what you lost.

What you lost.  What does that even mean?  You lost nothing you never had before.

Yet the feeling remains.  You lost.

Weeks pass.  Then it happens again.  The light in the corner of your eye.  The door gone, revealing that wondrous look into elsewhere.  The thoughtless steps forward.  And all ended with watching that jarring touch, the fingers banging on the fridge door.

It’s worse this time.  So very, very disappointing.

Now it’s all you can think about.  Disturbing, this.  You have to force it out of your head to do your job, to drive your car.  Once you sit through a green light as you fantasize about touching that light, that wondrous, wondrous light.

There’s something wrong with that.  Yet you can’t make yourself stop.  You can’t even make yourself seek help.

But in this mental confusion comes an idea.

The fridge door is there.  Always.

But what if, and you have no idea where this notion came from just that it sounds right, but what if instead of reaching forward without thought, you felt around where the door handle is.  Why not try opening the door while viewing the light?

It seems so right.

It seems so wrong.

Never mind that.  The next time it happens, about a week later, you go through all the steps.  Eagerly.  And as you walk towards the fridge (never stopping, never quite of your own volition) you reach out.

You fingers brush the door hand, and as you aren’t looking at it you can feel it, yet not see it.  The glow remains, bright and warm before you.

You force yourself to step back (odd how it is now easy to do, so easy to do) and pull the door open.  There might be a blink, a flash of something white, but it’s gone now.

All that remains is the glow.

That glow.

That wonderful glow.

You reach forward, a hopeful (hopeless) smile upon your face.

And, as your fingers near, the glow changes.  Rotates around on an imaginary axis.

All this time, all you’ve seen it the back of the glow.  Now it is facing you.

Facing.  You.

With eyes and nose and mouth.  Especially the mouth.

The smirking wide mouth.

Your lips twist with screams unheard as you reach forward, for there is something terrible about that face, how happy it is, how joyous.  And as it opens its mouth wider to first let your fingers in and then your hand, all you can think of is how sharp its teeth look.

How cold.

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GAZE IN FRANK DISBELIEF AT YET ANOTHER CULLEN M. M. WATERS TRIUMPH! HURRAH! HURRAH! HURRAY!

So this week I finally finished my rebooted review of The Nightmare Never Ends.  There isn’t going to be any final thoughts; I’m done.  DONE YOU HEAR?  YOU CAN’T MAKE ME THINK ABOUT THAT DAMN MOVIE NO MORE!

As next month has a Friday the 13th in it, I thought I’d review a Ft13th for the sister site.  Fingers crossed on that.

As for here… well… writing outside the site has been going good, so it gets fallow here.  Sadly that’s the way it works.  Gladly that’s the reason, and not a more depressing one.

I’ve had my fill of depression for the year already, thanks.  And then there’s our long slog to the next Idiot in Chief… Yeesh.

That said, I’ve had a couple ideas for posts knocking around the old bean.  I don’t like going months (or really weeks) without an update.  So who knows?

Posted in Annoying Autobiographical, WCP Related

70

No foolin’, today my mother turns seventy.  She is officially an old coot.  We’re buying her a cane and a rocking chair for the porch so she can sit out there and yell at the kids.

I can say all this safely because no one reads my blog and she will never, ever know.

Muahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! The perfect crime!

(Actually, I might well point this out to her.  Not like she’ll come read it, but it’s the thought that counts…)

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Advertising the Sister Site Post #1680

Yeah, like there’s over a thousand post over there…

Anyway, this week I’ve updated the ancient review of The Nightmare Never Ends into the sexy sexy new format.  Which means taking a ten page Review Synopsis and…

Excuse me…

Ten pages…

Of talk…

On Nightmare Never Ends

BWHAHAHAHAHAHAH OH JESUS CHRIST WHAT WAS I THINKING?

Any way, ten pages whittled down to a much more sensible four.  That pops up tomorrow.  With further nonsense down the pike.

Hopefully I’ll have more next week, but whether an actual review or another updated version I can not say.