"Realism" excerpt - new fiction at The Sampson Gallery
Brent S.
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fiction has been added to the fiction section.
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Excerpt from "Realism" (C) 2000 Dennison Rey:
Ever so slowly my tongue pushes the penny into my throat. A disturbing
thought scratches the back of my subconscious, but I'm unaware of it. I only
sense it. With one fatal combination of motions, my tongue presses the penny
into my throat and my esophagus contracts, widens, stalls. The penny lodges
in my throat. I swallow again, physically bobbing my head to force it down.
It feels like it takes forever. My Adam's Apple travels under my flesh. The
penny is still sinking, sliding, slowly. A strange sensation: Not pain,
exactly, but an awareness that it still hasn't reached my stomach yet. Then
that disturbing thought creeps into my mind. The taste of the penny spreads
through my mouth. My jaw numbs for some reason. My heart rate increases. I
keep swallowing and swallowing. It feels like it still hasn't stopped
moving. I picture it trapped into some isolated spot, blocking an important
passage. Is that what hurts? A pain in my chest. Dennison Rey didn't did,
did he? I glance at "Realism." More words follow this paragraph. Good. He's
still alive. But I can tell he did this. All of this. It's so damn
realistic. A grimace creases my face. That thoughtů that thoughů. How long
will that penny be down there? The weight, not exactly heavy but very
imposing. Very paralyzing. Since 1978. IN GOD WE TRUST. Then in a flash I
picture that day at the zoo, that picture in front of the seal's pool, that
image of the sliced-open seal with hundreds of pennies, nickels, and
quarters spilling out of its stomach. It is there forever.