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Aaron Ross Powell

Posted on April 22, 2007

The Hole: Part 2

The Hole

He’d lied about the steaks. They were already mostly thawed, his freezer broken nearly three days now. Electricity was still on–how, he had no idea–but the appliance was unreliable even before the bad times had come and the city’s entire population of repair guys died.

He sniffed the meat before putting it out on the counter, deciding it was probably okay. He’d just refer to it as dry aged if asked. These were the last of them, though. No more beef or chicken, no more fresh vegetables. He’d be eating canned goods and dry stuff in boxes within a week.

Elliot leaned back against the wall of the kitchen and exhaled slowly. The harsh loneliness of his life came in waves and watching Evajean silently and stoically mourn over Henry, standing so small on the asphalt between his body and a Honda with broken windows… The image stuck, flashing now, the fresh memory intruding against dinner preparations.

Clarine had looked just like that back in July when the two of them, exhausted from the terror of days barely past, had taken their daughter across the lawn and laid her out in the street–what people were just then beginning to call the collection area. Callie was smaller than Henry, her tiny body sunken, her face warped from screaming, but the presence of her laying there while Clarine wept was every bit as large. How had they made it through? How had his wife kept it even modestly together into August, when her speech had first taken the lilting quality that indicated horribly that the infection had set in? How had he not snapped, not killed the both of them, when the lilting progressed to that weird and musical babbling and she’d just stared at him, without moving for days, eyes cold and hateful?

He’d been alone since the tenth of that month. Clarine had finally taken her own life, breaking the ropes binding her to her grandmother’s hand-me-down rocking chair and driving a broken off, crystal candlestick into the fleshy spot beneath her jaw. That’s how Elliot found her. He wondered then if she’d done it shut herself up, to stop the tongue gone mad in her mouth.

“Mr. Bishop?”

Elliot jumped. He’d left the house’s wooden door open, the entrance covered only by the screen door. Evajean was there now, calling into him. How long had he been standing against the red wallpaper of the kitchen–a floral design Clarine had insisted upon when they’d bought the place as newlyweds?

“Oh, Jesus, Evajean,” he said, jogging to the front of the house to let her in. “Please, you can– I mean, if you want, call me Elliot.”

She smiled at him as he undid the latch. “Elliot,” she said.

“Right.” He held the door for her and she stepped in, looking around at the small and dim foyer, with its large mirror and framed poster of a Paris martini ad from the 1920s. “Look, I got the steaks ready, I can fire up the grill–”

“I’ll have that drink if you don’t mind.”

“Oh, sure,” he said. He stepped back toward the living room, pointing. “Right over here. You want ice? There’s a little left in the back–”

“No,” she said. “Just straight. I need it straight.”

He nodded. The two large bottles of whiskey were on the tiny table they’d setup just for drinks in an effort to give the place a sophisticated air. The intent had always been to get a set of crystal decanters and fancy tumblers so they could offer guests drinks like the charming hosts in the movies. But Clarine and Elliot had never settled on a design and the years had gone by with the table holding only opened bottles and a couple extra glasses they didn’t have room for in the kitchen.

It was into these Elliot poured a huge rush of Jim Beam, handing the nearly full glass to Evajean. “Sorry,” he said. “If that’s too much–”

“No, it’s fine,” she said, taking it from him and sipping slowly, then faster. Without looking at him, she swallowed half the whiskey, then set the rest down next to the bottle. “Thank you.”

“Sure thing. Are you hungry?”

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  • Candace

    I'm reading this and muttering, "Hmmm, guy can write."


    You're off to a great start here, dear heart.


  • Candace

    I'm reading this and muttering, "Hmmm, guy can write."


    You're off to a great start here, dear heart.

  • Aaron Powell

    Thank you very much, I'm glad you like it. You'll have to let me know if your impression of the start maintains itself through the remaining 27 parts I've published so far.

  • Aaron Powell

    Thank you very much, I'm glad you like it. You'll have to let me know if your impression of the start maintains itself through the remaining 27 parts I've published so far.

  • Jeff

    Hmm.. I like it so far but Elliot's character is throwing me off.


    The guy just "buried" his little daughter who obviously died extremely painfully. Then his wife got sick and he found her with a steak driven through her jaw.. and had to bury her... Now after watching his neighbor bury her husband, all he can thinkg about is getting laid? It doesn't make sense to me. Maybe Elliot is just a dick.


  • Jeff

    Hmm.. I like it so far but Elliot's character is throwing me off.


    The guy just "buried" his little daughter who obviously died extremely painfully. Then his wife got sick and he found her with a steak driven through her jaw.. and had to bury her... Now after watching his neighbor bury her husband, all he can thinkg about is getting laid? It doesn't make sense to me. Maybe Elliot is just a dick.

  • Stephen Wood

    Guys been without physical contact with another person for a long time. Don't think he's a dick just needs to hold be be held.
    But I don't understand how the electricity could still be on, and why if the fridge was broken why didn't he just borrow another ?

  • Aaron Powell

    The electricity and fridge issues are simple continuity errors on my part as I worked out the state of the world in my head. This early in the book, I didn't have a good vision of exactly what the plague had done. I knew why the plague happened and what caused it, but it's impact was fuzzy. I plan to fix all that in the second draft.


    So thank you for pointing those problems out. That's exactly the kind of stuff I need to know about.


  • Stephen Wood

    Guys been without physical contact with another person for a long time. Don't think he's a dick just needs to hold be be held.
    But I don't understand how the electricity could still be on, and why if the fridge was broken why didn't he just borrow another ?

  • Aaron Powell

    The electricity and fridge issues are simple continuity errors on my part as I worked out the state of the world in my head. This early in the book, I didn't have a good vision of exactly what the plague had done. I knew why the plague happened and what caused it, but it's impact was fuzzy. I plan to fix all that in the second draft.


    So thank you for pointing those problems out. That's exactly the kind of stuff I need to know about.

  • Nicole Armstrong

    I like that he lies about the steaks being frozen. I hope you can still keep that in the second draft somehow when you sort out the electricity issue.

  • Nicole Armstrong

    I like that he lies about the steaks being frozen. I hope you can still keep that in the second draft somehow when you sort out the electricity issue.

  • George Donnelly

    A suggestion. Make it available in Kindle format. I prefer to read stuff on my Kindle now, and I bet a lot of other Kindle owners do as well. It's a lot more pleasant. Thanks!

  • George Donnelly

    A suggestion. Make it available in Kindle format. I prefer to read stuff on my Kindle now, and I bet a lot of other Kindle owners do as well. It's a lot more pleasant. Thanks!

  • tim sparklin
    hey,

    i found this about six months ago, but am just getting around to reading it. it looks good so far. gotta love end of the world zombie affairs.
  • Aaron Ross Powell
    Thanks, Tim. I hope you continue to enjoy it -- and that you'll come back when you're done and let me know what you think.
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