Friday, February 5, 2016

Vol. 3, Curses of Lord James St. John

Indiana Jones, not Lord James St. John
I just like this photo.  Lord would look like this, in my mind.
Skateboarding down an ice coated handrail, David catapulted forward, striking dull grey iced concrete with an audible crunch.  Before passing out, David whispered, Well, I screwed that up ….

Eyes opened slowly in blinding room…Am I dead? Is this heaven?  His mother’s face loomed over him, “David!  David!”... Then he knew he wasn’t dead or in heaven. Oh, God…take me now.

Inwardly, David praised power of morphine as from Mom’s distorted mouth poured a string of profanities, which merged into a long string, one that wound around her head, again and again.  Then his mother began spewing multi-colored volleys of sawdust. You don’t see stuff like that very often.

Compound fracture, left leg, fibula, cast to mid-thigh. Life sucks.

For David, life did really suck.  A big question coiled around his house and engulfed it:  What to do with David during the day?  He sat in his rented wheelchair as adults argued over his head. Hey…Hey!  Talk to ME!  What do I want?

David found that his father's food encrusted recliner and a nurse were the solutions, an RN named Gloria.  He glared at her. Don’t try to fool me.  Your mascara is running, nails bitten to quick, smile with too-white teeth…you are one miserable creature.  

Stacks of books lay in his reach, each one he tossed aside with disdain.  Then, there it was:  Curses of Lord James St. John, vol. 3.

Reluctantly David snatched it up, skipping to Chapter Two, page 36.

        …cursing loudly in a shadowy silent graveyard….hand bones revealed themselves in ancient tumbled mausoleums ahead…seen so many wretched rotting moldering headstones stinking of …finally discovered a stained parchment.....decaying flesh...blood splattered stones...

Well, now, we’re getting somewhere.  Was ready to chuck you in trash…

Nurse Gloria appeared with pills and a trip to the toilet.  "Now, Davey, I’ll be standing nearby... If you need help…" Then he was rescued, left alone to read. Your job must be purgatory, reeking of vomit and diarrhea…

            A thick unrelenting fog rolled…..   Why is there always fog?  Why?

David hung his head. Of course, you idiot.  Every author uses fog.  It’s a cheap imagery that requires little effort to immediately conjure up a recognizable atmosphere.  Jeez.

            …carefully Lord James St. John retrieved a crumbling map from a leather bag--an expensive leather bag, that matched his boots of fine leather, laced with…   tracing over a faded symbol ....Not possible!...from the ancient tribe of Kau….decipher ancient script, too ...difficult...dang...should have...

What?  What fresh hell is this?  A stinkin’ fashion review? David questioned himself.  Did I really read that? Did the he ask his girlfriend write that while he ate a sandwich? Editor?? You missed a spot.

His hands began shaking as he pondered the author’s motivation, RN Gloria arrived.  “Well, Davey.  Shall we have some lunch and fluids?  We must stay hydrated…” Eat then pit stop.  “Shall we take a break now…”

She reached for Vol. 3 as David enfolded it with a snarl. Go do your nails or text, anything.  Get away from me you....

enter image description here

Source    …leaping across a deep chasm…Hell!  That wasn't there yester....staring into red depths of hell while a…..grasping a vine overhead…poisonous stickers cutting int…squeezed fragrant nectar fro…Near and yet so far…dangerous and yet...just barely in his reach...

 I need this. 

 I. Need. This.

Later that night David slept soundly, a normal sleep with James St. John and his cursed life on his chest.  Page 261…261…26…  I. Need. This.

Previous adventures of Lord James St. John are at these sites:

The adventure above contains Wednesday Words. Delores, a word master, began Wednesday Words as a way for writers to take a break from writer's block, and try a new genre, write poems, prose, short story, flash fiction, etc.  

The words for the month of February can be found at Elephant's Child .  If you'd like to grab these words and run with them, you may post your writing in E.C.'s comment section, OR write that you will post your own Wednesday Words at your site.  We want to find you!


  1. You know I'm going to have to backtrack and read more about Lord James St. John now...
    Brilliant use of the words!

  2. Great weave of the words indeed.

  3. I love that David slowly, reluctantly is becoming a reader. Some year he may become a half-decent human being as well.

    1. Not until he gets out of his teens, and into his mid-twenties.

  4. Glad he finally got sucked into the story. He's been a rather reluctant reader, but being injured forces one to rest a bit.

    1. Injuries do focus on other things. David may turn out okay after all.

  5. Nice to be able to get lost in a story when other options are less than enticing. Hateful interruptions for food and drink though, who needs them? Let me read already.
    Once he's recovered though, will he continue or will he be back on the skateboard?

    1. Now there's a question for which I have not thought out. The Wed. Words is a good instigator.

  6. I like your Gloria character. She feels genuine.

    1. She is a combination of nurses who were such dear souls taking care of all sorts of patients. Thank God for people like her who can put up with an obnoxious David.

  7. I always get lost in a story I read. Sometimes it's so hard to reach me while I'm reading. I'm under hypnosis.

    1. Am that way as well. If fact, I think my immediate family is that way as well.


Go won' t hurt...I'd love to hear what you think!