Thursday, March 13, 2014

Irving Saturn and Harry House: A bleak conversation








“To all the people who somehow have been hurt by my train of thought, my weird eloquent speech or any other of my curses”



It was nearly four thirty in the morning.

The sun was about to rise. 

Folks started to enter the room as usual. Some of them enjoyed the early hours to just do that, walk around the place. Others liked to sit and read their pretty little books and some other just liked to watch, you know, from a safe distance.

My case is far more difficult to explain and even harder to describe so I will just show you.


God, help me.

Do you remember? I know I broke my promise but, come on, Harry… I feel it as if it was yesterday; us running across the graveyard at night, trying to find one of those horrible walking corpses. It was both frightening and fun.

Harry House didn’t respond.

I mean, there are times I wake up in the middle of the night laughing and thinking about it. How ravens were the only things we could find in those gruesome expeditions of ours. We would run faster and faster until your mom opened the door to your house. Can you remember? She would hug us and try to tell us that there are no such things as the living dead…

Harry House didn’t even look at Irving’s face.  

Don’t do that please. I know I couldn’t keep up to the promise but we grew up together. I still behold those days in which we talked about the new horrors in our lives. How it would be to kiss a girl for the first time, how it would be to go to college, to work… Can’t you remember?

Harry House stood still.

I had to leave Harry. I had to. This town, these people… they meant the world to me but my life was waiting for me abroad and I wasn’t going to be able to forgive myself if I hadn’t go out there and tried. I found it, Harry, my life. Out there is where I met Sarah, I know you like her. I couldn’t stay here with you and the folks and I feel really sorry for that every single day of my life, you have no idea.  Do forgive me, please…

Harry House didn’t make one noise.

Don’t you find it hard, Harry? To ignore me like you are doing right now? Please talk to me! Say something God Damn it!

Harry House didn’t move a muscle.

I promised you I wouldn’t let you face death on your own and I failed you.
I wish I could jut go back to those days running across the graveyard, or the days in which kissing a girl seemed a terribly complicated task but I can’t. 

I do wish you understand.

I am sorry.

Harry House’s coffin was perfectly arranged.

Irving Saturn kissed his friend’s forehead put flowers next to him and started walking out.

The funeral was about to start.





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