Thursday 13 December 2012

M is for Might

Wisp turned to me as we watched John stumble back into my brother’s house.
‘So, you wanna look around some more?’
‘Not near that room.’
‘What did you see?’
‘Bad memories - not mine, but I think my brother might have been involved.’
‘So the house has a room with his memories in it?’
‘Yeah, I guess. The weirdest thing is that there is no basement in his house.’
‘Well, clearly there is. You were in it.’
‘That’s what I’m saying. There was never one before and I bet that if you asked my brother now he would tell you that there is no basement. It’s like it’s the house’s room, rather than the owners.’
‘Okay. What—‘
From inside the house there came a huge crash as a wooden chair bounced off the loungeroom wall.
‘What the hell is that?’
There was shouting as it appeared someone had gone Hulk on the place.
‘Heath, what the fuck—‘
‘Put it down! You’ll hurt someone!’
‘What the h—‘
A second chair, or perhaps the first one, liberated itself by way of crashing through the window and landing in the backyard.
Wisp and I floated back into the kitchen where Heath was standing with the kitchen table held over his head. A statuette of a man on a horse, which had sat on his table since he had moved out, was in the corner, the half of the rider was separate from the horse which was also separate from the base. Heath’s muscles bulged as a look of pure grief and outrage started out from his eyes.
He began to pull the table back, as though he would use the remaining momentum to throw it. That’s when his balance was off and that’s when Ben, his best mate, took the chance to tackle him to the ground. Heath was quickly beaten and he collapsed against the table and the wall.
‘What the hell is wrong with you, Heath?’
‘I don’t know. I was fine and then I started thinking about my sister and I was angry. I don’t even know why I was angry.’
I turned to Wisp, ‘Am I crazy to think that the Keeping Room might be involved in this?’
‘No. Not much is crazy at all when you’re dead, though.’
‘I have an idea. It’ll take a tonne of guts. And I can’t guarantee it’ll work.’
‘But it might, and that’s good enough for me.’ Wisp replied as we watched my shocked brother calm down.

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