Jim here–not only is this a tight piece of short fiction with twists and stabs but I’d have published it just for the sake of that hat! Gotta love a writer with a good taste in hats! – Jim
The Seer of Midway Mall
I’m not
a fortune teller. Not exactly. I mean, yeah, sometimes I see things, but I
can’t control it. I can’t choose when it
works, or decide whose future I’m going to get a look at. It just happens.
Like
today. I was cutting through the mall on
my way home from work. It was packed, as
usual, and people were irritable about the crowds, also as usual. I don’t know why I always go through the
mall. It shaves five minutes off my
trip, but it more than makes up for it in aggravation. Everyone’s in a hurry, you’re constantly cut
off or jostled, and the best you get by way of apology is a half-hearted
mumble. I’m always promising myself I’ll
stop going that route, but at the end of a long work day the extra five minutes
seems like an eternity.
I
managed to make it all the way to the far exit with my temper still in check,
which was no small feat. I was reaching
for the door when some Bluetooth-using, two thousand dollar suit type stepped
right in front of me. He had to get
pretty aggressive with his shoulder to get ahead, and I stumbled from the
contact, falling forward into him. He
didn’t even slow, just swung his elbow painfully into my chest, and said, “Out
of my way, dickless.”
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I didn’t
have time to get upset, though, because somewhere between his elbow hitting me
and him swearing at me, I had a vision.
I got a look at Bluetooth’s future, and it was not pleasant. I saw him walking alone through a dark
concrete structure. Or at least he
thought he was alone, but I could see someone was following him. He was yammering belligerently into his
phone, not at all aware of his surroundings.
My viewpoint in these things varies, but in this particular vision I was
looking from behind both of them, so I couldn’t get a good look at the person
following him. All I could tell from my angle was that he
appeared to be another “suit and tie guy.”
He carried a brown leather briefcase and wore a long grey pea coat. As he approached his oblivious victim from
behind, I saw a long handled claw hammer slide from inside his sleeve and down
into his hand. It was then I noticed
that he was wearing white latex gloves.
I could see him look around the structure to confirm they were alone and
quicken his pace to catch up to his victim.
“I don’t
care, you’ll do it or you’ll find a new job.”
The guy reached his car and the climax of his phone rant at about the
same time. Hanging up, he unlocked and
opened his car door just as his stalker crept quietly up behind him. The first hammer blow came down on the back of his neck. Bluetooth shrieked and fell face first onto
the driver’s seat. His attacker shoved
him through the car and into the passenger seat, then calmly stepped into the
car himself and shut the door. More
hammer blows followed. Many more. I won’t get into too much detail, but it was
bloody and, unfortunately for Bluetooth, he lasted a long time.
***
“Hey man,
you’re blocking the door.”
“Oh,
please pardon me.”
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And just
like that I was back in the mall, standing in a stupor with my hand on the
door, my heart trying to thump its way out of my chest. People were moving around me to the other
exits, many shooting me unpleasant looks for delaying them.
I stepped through the exit and into the warm spring sun, fighting a losing battle to get control of my heart. I took a moment to consider what to do, but quickly came to the same decision I always do. I reached into my leather briefcase, feeling for the surgical gloves and claw hammer I kept there for just such occasions. Down the street, I could just see Bluetooth turning off into a gloomy parking structure. Reassured by the hammer’s weight, I started off after him. After all, I’d already seen his future. Who was I to deny it?
Rob Caleval grew up on the Canadian prairies with a hockey stick in one hand and a book in the other. He holds a degree in English from the University of Regina and has worked in the emergency services industry for well over a decade. Between coaching junior lacrosse and wood working projects, he does occasionally find time to write something. His latest work can be found in the upcoming issue of The Freshwater Review.
So I happened upon this very cheesecake-heavy premiere issue of Extremes of Violet, complete with pinups by some of the comic book greats of the time, and decided to make some Peeping Toms collage art by incorporating the voluptuous vixen into various crystal pieces to create a sort of fishbowl effect centered largely on her bosom (which is unavoidable).
Each of the Peeping Toms is shown from three angles because of how much the pieces shift as the light plays off the crystal. I started with these star forms.
The second bowl was even a bit iridescent, and violet at that!
Next I did a series of really perky busty bowls, which really get the feeling across that you are looking through the tiny peephole in a door as well as exemplifying the content even more. Note: these are shown in two rows with side details as well, so there are a lot of pics here…
I experimented a little and tried a couple of other scenes, like the portrait, as well. She’s staring back at the Peeping Toms…
I also tried this more square bowl form.
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And finally, I found this little heart, which is my personal favorite of the group.
These works are a continuation of my Creepy Comics collage series, shown on Haunted MTL here.
So I probably should have taken a before picture, but I found a faux wood stained plaster Jesus statue and turned it into Zombie Christ. Because it’s the second second coming. Or something. It’s kind of an offshoot of my nail polish paintings reappropriating thrift store art…
Anyway without further ado, I present…
Zombie Christ remake statue by Jennifer Weigel
I was a little concerned that I made him too green at first, but I’m happy with the finished result. This statue just looked so anguished. It’s eyes had been closed but I like them better open and even painted them with blacklight reactive nail polish so they will stand out even more and be interactive in other ways to add creepy factor.
Another view of sculpture
And taking it from the top…
Sadly I don’t have a blacklight anymore or I’d share a picture that way too. Oh well. I’ll leave you with a fun detail shot instead.
Zombie Christ detail with eyes
Next time I may make him more gray than green though. We shall see…
Portrait of myself with dark makeup and crow skull headdress, backlit by the sun.
So it’s been awhile since we’ve looked at some of the things I have gathered, so I thought I’d bring back my art collection for another round… Here are the first and second highlights in case you missed earlier explorations.
From left to right: M Pena Windstone Editions bat-winged flap cat, bone mask by Terry and Susan Wright, wood cat in skull by labcreature, real hair art by myself, pencil drawing of Barbarois Elder for Vampire Hunter D anime cel
From left to right: Barbarois Elder for Vampire Hunter D anime cel, Turn Me Royal portrait of my father and stepmother as Frankenstein’s monster and his bride, painted horse skull
Left to right: Overgrowth by Ellie Bradley, heart by TenderFlesh, praying devil girl by Torman’s Treasures
And a vintage plastic 2-foot Jack O Lantern I got at a yard sale and have kept on display on his very own stool in the living room since. So happy.
Anyway, there are some more highlights from my art collection, as it is always growing and evolving. I have lucked into several of these pieces at antique and thrift stores or acquired them from the artists or more. And yes, I still have Da Ting the taxidermy shih-tzu from the first of these posts.
Portrait of myself with dark makeup and crow skull headdress, backlit by the sun.