Blind Relationships

By Preemie Maboroshi

Harvey Cornett, a reclusive, old tenant in an apartment building owned by artist couple Rebecca and Danny Jones, is dying. Rebecca and Danny intervene. Entering into Harvey's life, they discover that Harvey has surrounded himself in a world of strange fantasy art.

As Rebecca investigates, Harvey's secret fantasy life of over thirty years is revealed. A story is unraveled of how Harvey, utilizing the photos of unknown people on the Internet, has created a fantasy world known as Celebrity Reform School, where women are abducted and imprisoned by the images of celebrities.

Harvey's story takes a weird twist, as the unknown Internet people Harvey had used for his fantasies become involved in his real life. And Rebecca becomes more involved in Harvey's fantasy life than she ever would have imagined.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Preemie Maboroshi
• Release date: Jun 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476208343

Preemie Maboroshi

ABDL fanfic writer. I love anything that expands my imagination. So a lot of my stories are sci-fi based, just because of the technology. Or magic-based, just because... well... you can do anything with magic. I try to infuse art as well as kink in my stories. And politics as well as pornography. Only short stories on the Smashwords site. But I hope to change that for you all soon.

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Blind Relationships

Published by Preemie Maboroshi at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 by Preemie Maboroshi

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Rebecca Jones knocked on the door of the apartment. Harvey? Harvey? Are you there?

She thought she could hear the old man groaning weakly from inside the apartment. But she didn’t hear the man making any effort to get up.

Rebecca and her husband Danny hadn’t seen Harvey in a few days. And the last time they’d seen him, maybe the first time in just as long, Harvey hadn’t looked very good at all.

But last night, Rebecca and Danny had heard a terrible scream. Danny told Rebecca to put it out of her head, that this was just something old Harvey could be expected to do. But Rebecca couldn’t let it go past morning. She had to find out what was wrong with Harvey.

Rebecca knocked louder. Harvey? Harvey! Come to the door!

Rebecca could only hear a faint groaning again from the old man.

It was easy enough to take care of this situation. Rebecca had a spare set of keys for this apartment. She ran upstairs to grab the keys. She got up to the apartment. Danny was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper and having some toast and orange juice. It wasn’t until then, seeing Danny so calm, that Rebecca realized how worried she’d been about Harvey.

See? I told you he’d be okay, Danny smiled.

He’s not, though, Rebecca said, grabbing her set of keys out of a cabinet door. I can hear him, alright. But he’s not saying anything. He’s just groaning. And he’s not getting up.

Danny grunted and put his paper down. He stood up and walked downstairs with Rebecca.

Rebecca unlocked Harvey’s door. The door was really hard to open. Danny had to help push. After a huge stack of something that sounded like books came toppling to the floor, the door flung wide open.

Both Rebecca and Danny were amazed. Neither of them had been in this apartment for a long time. The walls were covered, on first glance, with all kinds of colorful drawings. Black, three-ring binders, also apparently stuffed with works of art, lay scattered and stacked all over the living room.

Danny had already made his way to Harvey’s room. Rebecca had almost forgotten that Harvey was in trouble. In fact, standing in the living room, looking at all these works, Rebecca thought she was actually looking at Harvey – as if she were peering directly into his soul!

Danny called from the other room, Honey, could you call 911?

Rebecca pulled her phone out of her pocket as she walked into the old man’s bedroom. She dialed 911 and put the phone to her ear. As she caught her first glimpse of Harvey, Rebecca heard the 911 operator come on the line.

911, what type of emergency, and what’s your location?

But Rebecca was too stunned to speak. Harvey was unbelievably emaciated!

Hello? What type of emergency –

Rebecca quickly gave her address. I don’t know what the situation is. There’s an old man here, and I think—I think—

Danny could see that Rebecca was about to start crying. He took the cell phone out of Rebecca’s hand and spoke to the operator.

Rebecca kneeled over Harvey’s dingy bedclothes. Oh, Harvey. It’s beautiful. You’ve done some beautiful work.

Harvey smiled like a skull. Well, it’s all over now.

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Danny and Rebecca had owned this apartment building since the late 1980s. It was hard to believe that by now they’d been here for twenty-five years. The apartment was the fruit of Danny and Rebecca’s success as artists. Both Danny and Rebecca were somewhat established as artists, though neither of them were as successful as they’d thought they would be when they were young.

But in the