Thursday, April 15, 2010

IN THE SHADOW OF HIS NEMESIS: Sibling Ribaldry

The following is a condensed chapter from my serial novel but it is enjoyable as a stand alone piece.

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Sibling Ribaldry
(an excerpt from In The Shadow Of His Nemesis)

by

Al Bruno III



The curtains of the house on Pine Stump Road were drawn against the afternoon sun. A cat paced on the doorstep, meowing plaintively. The trash cans were overfilled with bags stacked around them in an ugly pile, the cans were overfilled, the bags split and torn.


"Oh my God…" Isobel breathed as she parked her car in the driveway. She walked up to the front door, surveying the damage. A cat purred with excitement at the sight of her and rubbed against her legs. "Hey Princess." Isobel, scratched the underside of the Siamese 's neck. She dug the almost forgot­ten house keys from the bottom of her purse.


The key in place, she clicked the lock back and entered, the cat brushing between her legs. The parlor was in bad shape. The couch and love seat cushions were dented crushed and out of place. A figure lay sprawled on the floor in front of the television, his bleating snore drowning out the tearful confrontation taking place on the soap opera in progress. Isobel watched his mammoth, bare stomach rise and fall with each wheezing breath. It was Collin, one of her brother's no-account friends. She was glad to encounter him in this state, because whenever he was awake she could feel herself being mentally undressed and covered with oils.


She tip-toed into the kitchen and glanced at the list of things to do that Mom and Dad had left on the refrigerator; its dates stretched from Labor Day to the first week of January. None of the things on the list had been checked off; Isobel had to wonder if it had even been noticed.


Isobel left the kitchen and walked upstairs.


Her parents’ room was the door on the right, she opened the it and peered inside. Everything was OK, not an object out of place. She took a moment to gather up a head of steam before she threw open the door to her brother’s room, "I can't believe what you did to this place! You're supposed to be taking care of the house while they're away. For God's sake, when was the last time you fed the cat?"


The room contained a small bed and a huge stereo system. The stereo's red power light shone dully, in spite of the fact not a single sound was emanating from it. Her brother Warren stirred from somewhere beneath the amorphous tangle of sheets and blankets that covered his bed, "Hunh?"


Warren blinked and looked at her; he was gentle featured and painfully thin, "What are you doing here? What time is it?"


"It's almost three in the afternoon, and I'm here because I knew something like this would happen if they left you in charge of the house!"


He cried out like a sun-scalded vampire when she pulled the drapes open "What day is it?"


"It's Friday. Normal people have been up for hours, normal people are at work!"


"I'm unemployed!”


Unemployed was the least of it when it came to Warren. Something had happened to him in high school, something beyond the standard taunting and cruelties a fat kid with nerdy inclinations had to endure.


Was that why Warren had developed anorexia during his senior year? Well, that was the theory floated around the Talbot family reunions.


“Warren…” she tried to take a more diplomatic tone.


A tall naked man shambled into the room, his thick hands clasping a head that was all but shaved. The sight of him made Isobel's stomach go sour. She turned her back, a familiar blush working its way up her neck and face.


"Tim." Isobel was relieved to see her brother was equally uncomfortable, "Go put on some clothes, you've got company."


"Why?" he crossed the room, purposely placing himself back in Isobel's line of sight, "I'm not the one who's all repressed."


Tim's body was all muscles, even his face seemed taut and angular; a tattoo of an American flag filled one bicep, the letters U.S.M.C. beneath it. He crouched down, casually picking through the mound of CD's.


"What are you doing here?" Isobel turned away again, resisting the urge to kick the butt being so proudly displayed before her.


"I'm on leave." Tim said, loading the Doors' Greatest Hits into the stereo.


"Oh." Isobel crossed and uncrossed her arms as Jim Morrison's spooky voice threatened to drown her out, "Where are you staying?"


"Here."


"Oh really?" Isobel ignored Tim's nudity long enough to give her brother an acid stare.


"Yeah. I'm sleeping in your old room."


"Is that so?"


"It's a good bed. A nice strong mattress." The young marine commented as he left the room, "I guess it must have never seen much action."


"Fuck you too!"


Warren said, "You haven't told me why you're not at work yet."


"Don't change the Goddamn subject on me!" Isobel shouted defensively, "This house is a shambles and I want to know what you're going to do about it."


Warren sat up, his voice surly, "Mom and Dad won't be back for another two months, lighten up."


"What if they come home early?"


"Why would they do that?"


She poked him with her finger, "What if someone tells them how bad the house is?"


His face reddened, "You wouldn't dare."


"Oh really?"


"All right," Warren stood and scanned the room for his pants, "maybe you would. I'll get around to straightening the house today."


"You and those two knuckleheads will get around to it, now." Isobel noticed his undershorts were on backwards. "And your dear sister will be right here to supervise you."


Warren glared at her, she glared back. "What's got you in such a bitchy mood today?"


"I'm pissed off because I've got a brother who's twenty going on twelve!"


He pulled on a pair of crumpled, stained pants, "So, where do you think we should start?"


Isobel shrugged, "When was the last time you fed Princess?"


"I thought they brought Princess with them."


"Please tell me that was a joke."


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5 comments:

  1. This was a delight the whole way through. I laughed out loud at the end. "... and covered in oils." Vivid language, never taking the obvious turn or reply. Well crafted with a superb voice. Thanks for posting this.

    Take care,
    Jess

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  2. Quite the accurate piece here, bless her heart, having to deal with such a lazy brother, never mind his outrageously disrespectful friends!
    I feel for her, and so glad I didn't have brothers! :)

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  3. Love the street name..this is a true oddity - an intriguing tale well told

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  4. I've read this before! The sibling dialogue/arguing works well.

    I hope Isobel takes the cat with her (although it's probably being fed by Mrs Jones at No. 14 anyway)

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  5. You were correct. This is a very enjoyable stand alone piece.

    What a brother! What friends!

    And I hope that Princess is fine.

    Really good little story here.

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