Meridian

By E. G. Fabricant

From "Matters Familiar." An amnesiac accident victim recovers more than his health among strangers in a small Southern town. Adult situations, language.

• Language: English
• Publisher: E. G. Fabricant
• Release date: Oct 2, 2010
• ISBN: 9781465895790

E. G. Fabricant

E. G. Fabricant is a writer living in San Jose, California, who’s interested in producing short fiction that’s contemporary, topical, and speaks to the human condition.His dormant interest in this pursuit was rekindled when he was selected as one of 10 finalists in the International Category of the Mark Twain Writing Competition: “A Murder, a Mystery, and a Marriage,” sponsored by the Buffalo and Erie County Public Library.E. G.'s determined to become the oldest, new best short fiction writer. He’s also interested in hearing from others with similar interests who want to become better at it.

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MERIDIAN

E. G. Fabricant

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Copyright 2010 by E. G. Fabricant

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Meridian is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Light came over him, slow, dappled, and indistinct.

It was the gauze that bordered his eyes thickly, along with a single layer draped loosely over them, which accounted for the lack of luminary definition. It seemed the strongest source was to his left. He turned in that direction; hot pain shot from his trapezoids through the cords in his neck to his temples. Its shock tensed him and the exertion, combined with his drugged and weakened state, relaxed him just as abruptly.

Brace own yuh nehck.

Startled, he tried to focus on the area from which the words had bolted, somewhere just above and beyond his feet. His pupils fought with the cotton web, laboring to make out the high-contrast details of the figure seated against the wall. Hat? As he groped for more data within the thing-on-top-of-human concept, he catalogued its details. Construction: textured substance, dark lines cross-hatched against general gray; protuberance above…face? Its rear half was encircled by a loose flap tied up into the top-center. Below the face, a garment similar in coloration but less severely textured covered the upper limbs; the center torso was interrupted by a dark, heavy panel supported by metal clasps and thin straps of the same fabric as the panel. Some