Fiction John Osebold — April 23, 2013 13:18 — 0 Comments
City Lighthouse 4 – John Osebold
NOT LYDIA is not named Lydia. She sits on a park bench one day and sees a mountain hovering over a parking lot. Such a thing! Her brain alights trying to figure it out but instead a piano is on fire underground. She can’t stop crying it’s so beautiful.
A single lightbulb flickers on and a voiceover describes things you’re not seeing.
A dead man sits with his back turned to us. We realize we’re outside. It’s night and we can’t speak. We just watch the dead man and wonder what his face is.
NOT LYDIA spends an entire montage traveling to the mountains but they keep getting farther away. So she digs down into the earth. She digs for two days. Finally, she finds a hatch. On the hatch is a lock. On the lock is a map. On the map is a mountain. On the mountain is NOT LYDIA. She looks down. Miles below her is a parking lot.
The answer isn't poetry, but rather language
- Richard Kenney