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Wordland 7 - Edited by Allen Ashley
Wordland 7: Mountebanks
Edited by Allen Ashley
Copyright © 2016
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Copyright © Allen Ashley 2016
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ISBN: 978-1-326-83118-9
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And so my dogs have gone away,
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No one had expected them to come.
They called themselves Ballardists and tendered musical flowers and created dresses that glowed in the dark. They were obsessed with concrete – flyovers, motorways, multi-storey car parks – all the things that their author hero had used as props in his stories. And it was utterly unthinkable to them that modern day life wanted to blow it all away. They worshipped J.G. To them, he was some sort of born again Jesus Christ unrecognised in his time.
He was a fucking novelist,
Frank growled, throwing his paperback novel across the room. Inside, the characters held on to the table in the teashop and looked up at the cracks in the ceiling. He’d turn in his grave if he could see this.
If he could turn,
Lydia said, darkly.
It’s a phase,
Frank muttered, getting up from the couch of changing colours. At the moment it was green. That meant it was about to eject. When it got tired of people sitting on it, it went green and ejected. Frank had been ejected too many times. He wasn’t in the mood for it tonight.
I think we should go and challenge them,
Lydia said. If someone doesn’t do something, they’ll take over.
It’s a fad, it’s a phase,
Frank repeated. Just one more way to alleviate the boredom of 21st Century living and recreate the battlefields of old.
Lydia ignored him. Frank filled the world with black words typewritten on white paper. Words that didn’t make stories, stories that didn’t make sense. There wasn’t much room left in the flat now what with his words and her black clothes. They constantly vied for space. He wrote words on the white bed sheets, on the walls and on the floors and they slept with them running wild around their bedroom.
Well I’m not going near them,
Frank said, stroking his paper dog. He loved his paper animals. When you had a bath, the paper horse watched. Those sort of people are nutters. Beware the extreme and the fringe, beware of those sitting too close to the sea. Who said that, Lydia?
Lydia threw his book back at him. The characters left the teashop .Their afternoon had been ruined anyway.
You should eat more,
she said, her eyes on his long, thin, black-trousered legs. Virtual reality doesn’t suit you.
Jane had remained quiet throughout.
She was new to the block of flats, new to the neighbourhood. They had invited her to dinner and there was no dinner. She found the world of Frank and Lydia and paper and black a little unsettling and strange.
Maybe they’re the same as us,
she said quietly. They’re just people, aren’t they?
Frank narrowed his eyes at her.
You know what’s wrong with you women today?
he said. You’re too kind.
*
An hour later they were standing outside the multi-storey car park looking up at the concrete levels. The Ballardists had hung ribbons and banners on the hexagons that divided their world from the rest. Inside, things glowed and strange music played.
Ugly isn’t it,
Frank said. You can see why they want to blow it up. It’s just a reminder of all those things that went wrong, of the days when the bankers ruled and the poor got sold. No one wants to be reminded of that.
Lydia