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The Ever by Hollis Jay

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The town of Sour was set on either side by the sound of rushing water. Tall green trees scaled high in its woods, and on the outskirts of its borders. Fishing had become a resource for the folks that survived the harsh winters. Most didn’t.

     There were only ten families living in Sour when the Marks arrived with two strong boys. The boys were born and raised straight from the shoulders of their father. Joseph Marks had made a name for himself when money was hard to come by and work could break a man.

     It was a long and uncomfortable trip. Not only did Alice Marks have to care for her boys, but her pregnant belly strained with exhaustion. At times, the wind beat down upon them with the fury of a mad man whipping itself into a frenzy of piss and vinegar.

When they arrived, they were dirty and tired. They had nowhere to live. But, Joseph had an idea. He would see to it that his family had a house, and not just a house but a home.

     Their arrival promised the town members new jobs.   The men and women from Sour were excited to have the work. During construction, the town developed into a human assembly line. Joseph outlined the design. Long strips of red wood would provide their shelter against the water and the rocks.

     Strong women who had become in tune with the land through hard work and perseverance fed their men, and sat with their children in the fields to watch the skeletal frame of the Marks house rise up from the dirt. Timber beams were hauled by sturdy hands. After a hard day’s work, most men sat quietly allowing the setting sun to soak onto their tanned shoulders. Both the woman and their children were delighted by the sight of blue skies lulling over the soft acres of green land.

     After months of precise measurements and intensive labor, the high ceilings and curved stairways were complete. As Alice stepped into her house she realized Joseph’s dream for his family. They would live not as the lavish, but as peacefully and contently as a newborn calf. The house stood claiming its’ land. Its rocky claws held onto the windows and the frame with a tight grip. Every level revealed another layer to her; another surprise and unexpected joy. Their master bedroom claimed the majority of the third floor with bright windows that exuded a playful and happy air throughout the house.

     But, underneath the earth was bleeding. The sweet smell of decay and rotten fruit had begun to make its’ way up through and towards the basement. Cold and sour air fluted up and ravished the walls and all along Alice traveled beside it and in front of it and around it as it coiled and looped in between the slices of wood and pins in the floorboard and in the backboard of her kitchen and beyond all the space and mirrors to become what most would run from and scream from and desire nothing but freedom from before their life ended and while it ticked down bit by bit. Unhesitant, she brought in her children both born and unborn while it festered inside.

     Multifaceted leaves of autumn gathered around the doorways of their home. The tall and tremendous surrounding trees that had been unkempt for years yearned for someone to take care of them. Alice and Joseph tended the fields and watered the soil. Grass and wheat grew up from the ground and was procured in bundles. The roots of the surrounding trees coiled in tight and sticky bundles of sap.

     The sounds of children migrated through the corridors. The boys played in the hallways, and chased each other gleefully.

     “Marco”

     “Polo”

     “You’re it!”

     “No! You are!

   Alice began to feel ill as her pregnancy continued and could no longer care for the grounds.

     “What will I do without your help?”

     “We’ll have to hire someone Joseph. Just until after the baby is born.”

     “But, I can’t afford that. Why did you have to get pregnant? Why do you always have to make everything so difficult for me? Don’t you see how much I do for you and you don’t even appreciate it?”

     “Why are you speaking like this? Why have I angered you so?”

     “Just go to the doctor. I want you back to work with me before the weeks end.”

     It was late at night, when their screams reverberated off the walls. Joseph had begun his hunt. Alice was first. He bolted into their bedroom and hit her in the head with the axe. She tried to run. She tried to rush to the aid of her children. Nothing else mattered. As her bleeding and flustered body made its’ way through the dark, he knocked her down upon the floor and rammed the axe repeatedly into her stomach. The axe hit through her making chunks and wedges of her flesh and protruded into the wooden floor below.   He pulled it out of the floor and held it above her body. He hit again and again. The blood, her blood, streaked against the walls and bubbled and curled onto the floor. Her eyes protruded out. Her tongue hung and waved itself against the inside of her mouth recoiling like a dead fish. For a couple of seconds, her stared at her.

"She's not the woman that you married. She has deceived you."

     The small flutter of a noise echoed out and around Alice’s dead body like the flapping of a bird’s wings. Joseph turned. One of the boys had cried in their rooms. The voices around him began again.

"Get rid of them. I'll kill them all, if you don’t first! Finish what you started!!!"

     The boys were huddled underneath their beds. Joseph reached their room. Without thinking, he pulled them out and onto their feet. Both of their faces were swabbed with tears.

     “Papa? Papa?”

     “Please Papa.”

     “I have to do this. I have no choice. Now be brave like little soldiers.”

     The axe blew through the heads of his sons, like chiseled meat. He stopped and slid down the frame of the door soaked in blood.

     “I’ve done it…now, leave me alone!” he screamed out.

     Sweat glistened off his brow.

     They were all dead. Their eyes hung open. They were staring at him, glaring in the middle of the night.

"Joseph. Why did you do this to us?"

"Papa? Papa? We loved you Papa."

     Their bodies lifted from the floor and swayed dancing towards him in the moonlight. Their hands reached for him. Their mouths moved. They fingers turned and twitched. Their feet turned around and around with bloody buoyancy. He could feel his dead wives hands slithering through his hair. He could feel her breath upon his neck. He could feel his boys pulling at his knees imploring him to come and play.

"Come with us Joseph. Come and stay."

    The bodies surrounded him. They tugged onto his arms. They held onto his shoulders.   Alice tried to kiss his lips with her dead mouth. Maggots, worms and teeth fell out of her and around his feet.

     Wiping then away, Joseph stood up and ran. His body crashed through the glass window and landed face first on the sharp wooden rods of the fence below. He screamed out. Then, everything went still.

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