//
you're reading...
Uncategorized

#TheDevilsMalware (The Continuing Adventures of the Gleaner – Episode 2 #AdventCalendar Edition)

The Devil’s Malware (2.1)

Devil at Lord and Taylor

(2.1)

(We rejoin our hero across form the Lord and Taylor building on 5th Avenue.)

There’s a tremor and I feel the ground move under my feet.

Is it the ground?

Is it my legs?

Something’s gone unhinged and is now moving without anchor. The city is like a tessellation of shapes and all the pieces have suddenly unhooked from each other – free floating as the water gets rougher.

Like a tempest. Tossed and turned.

And the whispers. A thousand voices hissing at me like a basket full of coiled snakes.

I cross Fifth Avenue to see if there’s terra firma on the other side of the street. I feel like I’m crossing to the other side of a fault line. The ground stills like a calm sea as I pass over the crosswalk and my legs stop shaking.

Solid ground.

All praise for solid ground.

I look across the street.

Nobody else feels it.

The crowds are still bustling up and down the avenue. The shoppers are still shopping and the tourists are still snapping pictures with their overpriced phones. People are stopping for selfies in front of the window displays. People are spellbound by the lights and the colors. A mass of people that bottleneck just outside the store’s entrance watching the dazzling Christmas wonders powered by ConEdison.

Fifth Avenue commerce in glorious, technicolor form.

But nobody else feels the tremor I feel outside the Lord & Taylor building.
Nobody else hears the maddening laughter of the plastic squirrel or the ominous taunts about the ‘plan.’

The plan in hand. What’s the plan? What’s the Devil’s plan?

What’s the Devil’s plan?

The Devil’s Malware (2.2)

Sydney and Suzie Gone

2.2
Two more blocks up Fifth Avenue.

Sydney and Suzie have been gone for days now.

Their cat Tickles was gone days earlier.

Did the cat know something? Could the cat sense something we couldn’t?

Something coming?

Did the cat hear the hissing and feel the tremor before I did? The way a dog can hear a whistle that blows above human frequency of hearing. The way a cat can see ghosts.

My friend Barry told me about that years and years ago. Cats can see ghosts. That’s why they seem to be chasing nothing. They dart around like they’re crazy and seem to be chasing nothing. Or the cats are chasing their own tails. But those cats aren’t chasing their own tails.

The cats are chasing ghosts. Humans can’t see the ghosts. We couldn’t understand them.

But cats can see them. And cats understand them.

So Tickles the cat knew something we couldn’t know. And Tickles split.

Chasing a ghost, but it wasn’t a friendly ghost.

Tickles said ‘see you later’ and split.

Did Sydney and Suzie finally hear something too and split? Did they feel the tremor and hear the ominous hissing from the evergreen display crawling up the Lord & Taylor building two blocks down?

The Devil’s Malware 2.3

Sydney and Suzie Trapped

2.3
Sydney and Suzie?

Say it ain’t so.

Did they get you?

Say it ain’t so.

They got you!

Sealed you away in the tower and bound you with string-lights.

A fate worse than anything I can think of.

Sydney and Suzie!

Got to find a way to free you.

The Devil’s Malware 2.4

Barry Trapped

2.4
They got Barry too.

Plasticized.

Say it ain’t so.

Like they’re mocking him.

Barry was a dancer before his opiate addiction took him to the streets. Moved here from the panhandle of Oklahoma. ‘Where the wind comes sweeping down the plain.’ That’s what the song says. Barry says it’s true. A lot of wind and a lot of plain in Oklahoma.

Moved here when he was 18. Just out of high school. Got off the Amtrak with nothing more than a suitcase and his smile.

Barry wanted to be a ballet dancer, but all his instructors told him his stance wasn’t good enough. Thought about being a hoofer, but his knees weren’t strong enough. Loved to tap dance. He showed me a few moves when we were panhandling on the corner of 42nd Street and Broadway.

As close to Broadway as he ever got.

“I wanted to be like one of the Nicholas Brothers,” he told me once. “But I ending up doing a lot of modern – land of Martha Graham, man” he told me.

Hell. I don’t know Nicholas Brothers or Martha Graham. It was all economics and sociology and algorithms when I was in college. Talk to me about Keynes and Pascal and Hobbes. Martha Graham could walk by me in the street and I wouldn’t know her from a beat cop.

Damn. They got Barry.

They posed him and plasticized him.

They’re making sure he’s always in pain.

And he can’t make the pain go away.

‘Cause they posed him and plasticized him.

Got a find a way to free you all.

(Tune in tomorrow for the next installment…)

Discussion

No comments yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: