The Path of Lucius Park: Stories
By Elijah David
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John Valley is a place of impossible things. Children hear the thoughts of others. Mermaids come to shore.
And though death keeps away, its shadows lurk in every heart, waiting for someone to uncover them.
The Path of Lucius Park is the first collection of stories from the author of
Elijah David
Elijah David works as a barista to pay for his book buying habit. An avid reader of fantasy, he writes contemporary fantasy with a kitchen sink mythology in the form of the Albion Quartet and the Princes Never Prosper series. When he isn't reading, writing, or fanning about fantastical stories, he spends time with his wife, son, and cat. As far as he knows, Elijah's only magical ability is putting pen to paper.
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The Path of Lucius Park - Elijah David
© 2021 by Elijah David
All Rights Reserved.
Cover photo by Debra Mezick Carnley
Cover design by Elijah David
No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
The Debt-Keeper
originally appeared in The Crossover Alliance Anthology Vol. 2, The Crossover Alliance, 2015.
The Closet
and Red I: Haunting
originally appeared in When the House Whispers, Oloris Publishing, 2015.
My Friend the Fish
originally appeared in Incandescence Transcendent, Oloris Publishing, 2016.
First edition, 2021.
ISBN 978-1-0879-3862-9
Acknowledgments
ALL BUT TWO OF THESE stories were originally conceived and written during my Masters in English program at the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga. For their guidance, encouragement, and criticism during those two years, my heartfelt gratitude goes out to Sybil Baker, Dr. Tom Balázs, Dr. Rebecca Jones, Dr. Joyce Smith, and the rest of the English department faculty and staff. Without these people and their help, I would not have finished this collection.
My thanks also go to the members of the Crazy Buffet writing club for their help and encouragement with The Monster in the Corner,
and especially to Jim, who loved the story enough to adapt it into comic book and short video formats.
Thanks to David Alderman and the Crossover Alliance for including The Debt-Keeper
in their second short story anthology.
Thanks to the editorial team at the now-defunct Oloris Publishing for including My Friend the Fish,
The Closet,
and Red I: Haunting,
in their fairytale and Halloween anthologies. Eternal heartfelt thanks to my editor, Arielle Bailey, for bringing these stories into their final form.
The Path of Lucius Park
Joshua Benjamin Josephs, 2021
AS DAWN BREAKS ON HIS second day in the Park, Jo reaches his goal: the heart of Lucius Park—the place where it all began.
A rotten stench chokes the air. The smell emanates from the grove of trees in the middle of the swamp.
Jo begins walking through the slime and the mud, always keeping his arms above his head so if he stumbles, he will be able to grasp something and not sink. Before he knows it, he is in above his waist, but the grove is close.
He reaches for the roots of the trees. From a hidden nest in the tangle, a cottonmouth strikes his arm. Jo watches, almost dismissive, as the snake’s fangs puncture his skin and muscle. He seizes the snake and tosses it aside, its venom already flowing in his blood. His elbow stiffens as the toxin attacks his muscles, but he grasps one of the sturdier roots and hauls himself over the tangle and into the grove.
A skeleton lies close to the trees, guided by the current of the Blackwater River that empties into this part of the Park. A thin sack, bulging with the rounded edges of other, older bones, swishes against the skeleton in the thin ripples of Jo’s wake.
Three days, in and out,
he reminds himself as he recovers his breath. He had told Samuel Wind it would take him three days to get to the heart of Lucius Park and back with the town’s oldest secret.
Not that most people in John Valley would actually call this place a park if they saw it. The wilderness that made up half of Santa Lucia County was the perfect place to hide the truth.
Jo wonders whether he should confront Red Lucius or the Debt-keeper first when he returns to town.
The ground inside the grove is drier and firmer than he expected. Disintegrating leaves cover the ground, except for a mound in the center where someone might have buried something ages ago. Back when John Valley was hardly a community and the county lines had not been drawn. The branches above intertwine so almost no sunlight navigates the narrow spaces between them. The bare ground holds no trace of Jo’s entrance except for spots of dusty mud in tiny craters formed by water falling from his clothes to the earth.
Jo shuffles to the mound and pulls out a plastic bag which contains a folding shovel. He begins to dig. The camouflage-green metal quickly grimes with mud and dirt. Blood enters the mixture when Jo’s hand slips on the filthy handle. His sweat fills the wound in the earth long after his clothes have stopped dripping water.
At last, Jo hears the ringing thunk of metal striking long-buried metal. His right arm is all but useless by now, the snake’s venom having broken down his already weakened muscles as he worked to unearth the park’s secrets. He intensifies his efforts. He has already wasted enough time.
After another half hour, Jo unearths the brass-bound strongbox, lifting it gently so it does not crumble under the strain. Inside, he finds a thick glass vial filled with dried blood and a sheaf of papers bound in oilskin.
The first sheet of paper reads, 12 August 1839. The account of John Lucius, in his own words, of the founding of John Valley and the sequestering of Lucius Park . . .
Jo reads each page, wondering what Red will make of his ancestor’s words, before wrapping the papers back in their oilskin along with the vial of blood. He takes the skeleton and sack from their place in the grove’s roots and places them in the dilapidated strongbox. With a silent prayer, he sinks them in the swamp before gathering the oilskin bundle and heading back to town.
The cottonmouth he tossed aside earlier lies dead in the branches of the tree that caught it, as though it had fled from a world that could contain bargains like the one described in John Lucius’ manuscript.
The rain begins before he is ready to stop for the night. He feels the strain of the last two days—the lack of food, the venom gnawing at his weary muscles—but he cannot stop. If he stops too soon, he won’t be back in town before his three days are up, and then Samuel Wind will come looking for him. No one else should come into the Park until Jo has confronted the Debt-keeper with the truth.
He walks into the night and only stops when he falls and nearly rolls off the side of a red clay cliff. He lets the darkness of sleep cradle his consciousness for one last night.
In the morning, Jo’s time runs away faster than he expected, like sand from a cracked hourglass. The venom should not have worked this quickly, should not slow him this much. Perhaps he shouldn’t have buried the bones. They had been there fifteen years. He could have gone back later and buried them, after he confronted the Debt-keeper.
Time slips blood-like over his useless fingers, and Jo forces himself to walk. He must complete his task before there’s no blood left.
The world begins to blur and fade as Jo reaches the edge of the Park. He asks himself again whether he should first confront the Debt-keeper in his office on Maple Street or deliver Red’s inheritance of long-buried sins. He chooses Red because the house is closer than the office. He gives thanks for the approaching storm because it will cover his return long enough to catch the Debt-keeper unaware.
When he reaches Red’s house, he leans heavily against the rusty mailbox to catch his breath. Then he presses on, leaving the oilskin package waiting inside the mailbox—a special delivery from the dead.
Life is no longer guaranteed. The terror of death approaches. Jo senses it sneaking up like a mosquito, unseen but determined. The terror almost soothes him because it tells him he is still alive. The dead do not fear.
Jo stumbles occasionally on the way to the Debt-keeper’s office, but despite his failing vision and strength, he does not wander or stop until he reaches the porch of the old house that serves as the town’s place of death.
Storm clouds dull the sign by the door, normally gleaming in the afternoon sun, so that Jo can hardly make out the letters, much less form them into words. It does not matter. He knows the familiar warning by heart. Morton Swinburne, Debt-keeper: Appointments only.
Jo raises his hand to knock, but he falls to the porch. He gasps a few times, and the wind picks up as though a hurricane is coming in off the Gulf. Jo’s eyes close, blocking out the pale-gray vision of the Debt-keeper’s office. A few tears trail through the dirt and blood on his face.
As his body ceases to move, the storm that has been building over the town, teasing the surrounding countryside with rainfall and clouds, breaks with the sound of hell-gates wrenching from their hinges.