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dark sketches - Bennett Valentine
Copyright © 2023 by Bennett Valentine.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Rev. date: 07/29/2023
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CONTENTS
Dark
i. loss
My Whimsy
Cold Coffee
How Time Flies
The Long Walk Home
Hatshepsut
Closed Doors
Gen Z
Day Three
Inmaterial
ii. ignorance
When I Died
Navigating the Rotten Apple
The Odor
A Silent Ride
Netflix Was There For Me
Painting Love
Sleeping Pills
Escape
The Cruel Reality of Hopeless Dreams
Just Beyond the Steering Wheel
Frozen Tears
iii. guilt
Summer’s Jewel
Open Window
The Face
The Night I Killed a Man
What’s To Tell?
There’s No Fish in the Sea
Sheep Meadow
Starry Night
iv. truth
Unsolicited Consciousness
Little Boy
Polaroid Camera
Echoes in the Dark
An Ode to Those Who Stay Silent
DARK
The clouds masked the vivid sun from the storm, racing and pounding its way to the manor. The shore beside the mansion quickly faded from a warm and soft cushion, to a gray, moist terrain. When Samuel woke up, his eyes weren’t adjusted to the early darkness that surrounded him. His unfamiliarity with the house, and his assumption of it being night, made him roll over and try to fall back to sleep. But just as his mind drifted off again, he heard the front door bust open.
Samuel wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination or not, but the footsteps he heard on the level below him propelled him to get up. He slowly trudged down the stairs to see the old man looking back up to him. The man turned away without a greeting, declaring, There’s a storm coming.
What time is it?
Just before evening.
The man walked into a room filled with cupboards. He kneeled down, opening one up with the keys around his hand.
Why is it so dark?
There’s a storm coming. Help me set up the house. It won’t be able to last many more storms.
Do you have a torch?
For what? The dark? It’s not the dark I’m scared of. Fearing the dark is just fearing your own imagination . . . fearing ambiguity. I know this house, I know what it holds. I don’t know this storm.
The old man handed a key to Samuel and demanded, Lock all the rooms and board up the windows on your own.
Do you really think the storm is going to be this bad?
I wouldn’t risk it.
Samuel turned and started up the stairs. He thought about what the old man had said about the dark. He knew the old man was wrong. The darkness did bring ambiguity, but it’s not just fear’s tool. Sometimes, the darkness is clear, and you’re hoping it’s just your imagination. Sometimes, you have to fear the dark.
-Bennett
1.jpgLOSS%20drawing.jpgMY WHIMSY
How do you bend? Backwards? Sideways?
Have you been feeling blue? What about red, or yellow?
Maybe even green...?
I feel like every time I see you; you disappear without a trace.
Is it me?
I think now that your life is dismal you come back to me.
I can imagine you peering out from behind the drapes, waiting for a car
to pass by so the flicker of the headlights could make the outline of
someone’s face, even if just for a split second
The drudgery of trying to make things work with you is never ending.
You fill me with endless grief.
The leaves are changing now. Remember when we used to watch them
fall?
I feel like those leaves now. I finally get it
Wobbling, tottering, reeling, swerving from the truth.
I put you on a pedestal, the highest shelf I could reach. So high you
couldn’t come down if you tried.
I think I’m missing something, but what? Am I too bland? Am I missing
contrast,
or is it
variation?
We’re only human, our bodies are programmed to keep pumping blood
through our veins until an outside force says otherwise.
I wish I was that force.
The force that comes from the east, and the west. And even from below
and above.
Any and every direction. You can’t escape this
But by god we should try...right?
Something tells me, that; that force – the big man upstairs – whatever
you want to call it
I think it likes my whimsy.
-Christine
COLD COFFEE
My grandfather, every Sunday morning, would take two trips from the kitchen to the dining room. The first was with bacon and lukewarm coffee that had usually cooled down, as he liked to have it made before the bacon was even started. The second was with a pencil in hand, marking runners in the paper for his routine marathon of horse-racing bets as the Sunday morning lent itself towards a looming afternoon. He never bet more than a dime on a horse and rarely less than a nickel. He had no tangible formula—a favorite here, a longshot there, a lucky number, a lighter jockey—all setting up a series of largely silent victories as I peered over his