HOBO - Creative Writing - by Al Yedd 1973

Submitted to Hobo but not published in 1973

 THE CORRIDOR by Al Yedd 1973

 

The Corridor exists. It occupies a place in creation. The Corridor is long. It has no end. No beginning.

 

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The Corridor was inhabited. Along the white part walked man 1. He had lived there all his life. Man 1 stopped. The Corridor had changed. It was no longer white. It was grey.

Man one did not think or speak about the change, rather he noticed it instinctively. Man 1 walked on. Why?

Instinct

He stopped. Terror washed over him in waves which threatened to drown him. A few yards in front of him stood a figure.

Gradually the terror subsided. Man 2 moved closer.

Terrible images in man one’s brain accompanied the approach. He saw a figure stretched out on a floor, writhing in pain. Man 1 knew that man 2 was offering this to him.

He started to run and was followed by a terrible noise called laughter. (The Corridor walls had changed colour again).

Man 1 ran down the now black walled Corridor, followed by Man 2’s laughter and the chance to experience pain (really pleasure), unaware that he was vainly trying to flee from his other (evil?) self.

 

 

THE SAVED     by Al Yedd

In a place of perfection, in a time of morals, there exists a square, white room. In the centre of the room there is a small, white, square table supported by delicately curving legs.

On top of the table are two champagne glasses and a large bottle of champagne. Occasionally a man and a women arrive. They are dressed in white suits, their pockets bulging with money. They drink some champagne and then depart.

They are citizens of Perfection, dwellers in Morals. They carry their god in their pockets.

Gray Buckley letter

But is not their god called the Root of all Evil?

The man and the women. The saved and the Damned - who can say?

Ends.....