Monday, May 8, 2017

death in the rain - 17. samantha's second chart


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part seventeen of forty-four






samantha tapped the wall and a second chart replaced the first one.

“this chart is about something that i think everybody can relate to - namely, money.

the first column shows the different types of citizens. the second the percentage they make up of the population and the third how much money they make.”

“any questions?”

18. lucinda



Sunday, May 7, 2017

death in the rain - 16. the city


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part sixteen of forty-four






the inhabitants of the city are divided into six classes - sub-drones, drones, workers, watchers, sleepers, and police.

rumors exist of a seventh class - of supervisors or overlords - but their existence is a matter of dispute.

a dispute which has faded away.

as no one seems to have actually heard or seen the overlords in many years, or admitted that they did, they have been almost forgotten.

the sub-drones are the lowest class. many of them have never been the subject of a proper census. they live on the casual largesse or handouts of the classes above them, with an occasional bonanza of food and drink and drugs and entertainment provided by the police if they - the sub-drones - behave themselves.

the audience at samantha’s presentation about crime not paying were mostly sub-drones. they had never been properly registered as citizens at the inception of their existences, and had only come to the attention of the police by being arrested for crimes. when arrested by police and unable to present identification, they had been classified as “trainees”.

after an accredited period of indoctrination and acclimatization, they would be registered as drones, and could begin their process of becoming successively workers, watchers, and sleepers.

this is all pretty dreary, said maria-celeste. looking over billy’s shoulder.

i am just trying to set the stage,

you have set it enough. get on with it. and with some sympathetic characters!

i need to fill in the background so the story will make sense, don’t i?

no, it’s just a story. get on with it.

but it won’t make any sense.

there is no sense. nothing makes sense. nobody cares about sense. just get on with it.

17. samantha's second chart



Saturday, May 6, 2017

death in the rain - 15. the dreamer


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part fifteen of forty-four






“joe’s got some big plans,” murphy said after a while. “you might be surprised.”

“i don’t think i would be surprised.at anything that idiot did,” kelly answered.

when murphy dd not reply right away, kelly added, “i mean, anything he says he is going to do, or that he wants to do, because he probably isn’t really going to do anything.”

“damn, brother, you’re tough on your old friends tonight. first you insult me to my face, then you insult poor old joe - who is just trying to do you a good turn - behind his back. “

“if joe wants to come up here i’ll tell him what i think to his face.”

“yeah, i guess you would.”

“i would.”

“i guess there isn’t anything more to say.”

“i guess not.”

“then i might as well get going.”

“you might as well.”

but murphy still did not get up from his chair. he continued to stare down at the floor.

kelly resumed eating his sandwich and drinking his can of dr pepper.

finally murphy, without looking up, said, “what is your purpose in life, man?”

“i don’t have one. except to eat this sandwich. which is quite tasty, by the way. if you got yourself a job, a real job, instead of running joe’s errands, you might be able to afford one yourself.”

”ha ha. so you just want to be a drone all your life?’

“i have already been a drone. now i am a worker -“

“a pretty low one.”

“but i’m a worker. then i will get to be a watcher. and then maybe even a feeder.“

“and that is all there is?”

“that is all there is.”

“i don’t know. you can call me some kind of crazy dreamer, but i still think there can be more.”

16. the city



Friday, May 5, 2017

death in the rain - 14. suzi and robbie


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part fourteen of forty-four






willie was surprised when only a couple of emergency technicians in an ambulance showed up.

he had been expecting police, but when he thought about it he realized there was no reason for the police to show up right away. all he said when he called up was that he saw a body. he didn’t say the body was dead - but if was not dead would it be a body? - and he had not said that somebody had killed it. because how would he know?

the two technicians were a short stubby blonde woman, who had driven the ambulance, and a big hulking gray-faced man who looked to willie like a monster in an old movie.

they both wore crisply ironed white jackets with i d badges clipped to the breast pockets. shiny gold name tags above the badges identified the woman as “suzi” snd the monster guy as “robbie”.

willie did not think “robbie” was a right sounding name for a monster.

suzi had a little flashlight in her hand and she waved it around the alley, and behind her on the street. the swirling snow fell through the bright beam.

“so where’s the body?” suzi finally asked willie. with an emphasis on “body”. it was the first time either of them had spoken to willie.

“it’s not here,” said willie. “it was here before.”

“where was it before?”

“um - right about there. where you’re standing.”

suzi nodded. she handed the flashlight to robbie and squatted down close to the ground. she took what looked like another small flashlight and held it close to the ground. it was not a flashlight - it did not shoot out light - but its tip started glowing orange.

“there was something here,” she told robbie.

“that probably got up and walked away,” said robbie. he had a normal human voice, not like a monster at all.

“right.” suzi stood back up and looked at willie. “your name is willie, right?”

“yeah. willie wilson.”

“are all willies named wilson?’ suzi asked willie.

“when they are not named williams,” willie answered.

“or smith or jones or crawford,” added robbie.

“so. willie,” suzi continued, “when you saw the body from your window - where is your window, by the way?”

willie pointed up at his window on the fourth floor. it was the only window lit up.

“when you saw something lying on the ground did you go down and take a look at it?”

willie realized now how dumb it had been to say he saw a body - instead of just a person. but joe had called it a body and told him to say it was a body, so it was joe’s fault and if joe wanted to give him grief, too bad.

“no, i didn’t,” he told suzi. keep it simple, he told himself. stick to what joe told me to say.

“any reason why not?”

“i don’t know, i just didn’t. i thought - i thought i should i should call right away. and it was snowing. and cold.”

“right.” suzi laughed. “and tell me, why exactly did you assume it was a body? like it was dead? could you tell that from your window? why not just somebody who was passed out or drunk?”

“well, i didn’t say it was a dead body,” willie answered. “i just - it was the word that popped into my head.” when suzi just stared at him, he went on. “i guess i did kind of think it was dead. it just sort of looked dead, i guess.”

“from that high up?”

“i don’t know. maybe i watch too much television.”

“yeah, maybe. well, we will be on our way. we thank you for reporting what you thought you saw. that is a good thing in a citizen, we would not want you to think we were discouraging you in any way."

suzi and robbie turned back toward the ambulance.

“will anybody else be asking me anything?” willie asked them.

“that is not for us to say,” said suzi. “we are just e t’s.”

“right,” willie agreed.

suzi started to get back into the ambulance. “you take care of yourself now, old bean. go back inside and get warm. and get a good night’s sleep.”

willie watched them drive away. i didn’t handle that too bad, he thought. except for the stuff about the body and that was joe’s fault, not mine.

15. the dreamer



Thursday, May 4, 2017

death in the rain - 13. crime does not pay


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part thirteen of forty-four






“does anybody have questions about the chart?” samantha asked.

nobody answered, or raised their hand, although samantha thought she detected some hesitation on the part of lucinda, the girl who had spoken before. but she did not speak up, nor did jocko, the young man who had spoken. he was slouched in his chair, staring at his feet.

“well then,” said samantha, “does anybody question the statistics on the chart?”

this time lucinda did raise her hand. samantha pointed to her, and asked her to speak.

“the 2 percent for “other police,” lucinda asked. “that seems awfully low.”

“yes,” another girl, an older girl in the back row, added, “twenty percent seems more like it.”

“that is a very good point,” said samantha. “and, in fact, it is one that occurred to me, the statistic is a little misleading, in that it only considers full time accredited and sworn in police officers, not the many people who volunteer to assist the police, or who might get some small stipend for being on a neighborhood watch patrol or citizens information group. the 2 percent figure does not even include police recruits and cadets, like myself” - samantha smiled at the girl - “who have not completed their training.”

“these volunteers and citizens and such, “ the girl in the back said. “you mean snitches.”

this got a little bit of laughter from the audience.

“you can call them that,” samantha replied, still smiling.

“but why,” asked lucinda, “are they not included in the percentage for police? they sort of are police, aren’t they?”

“that is true, “ said samantha. “but the point of the chart is to show how off the mark the picture of real life is in shows and books. detectives, especially homicide detectives, and uniformed police are shown over and over, even though there are not that many of them. now, how often do you see police volunteers or citizens groups - “

“snitches,” another girl in the back repeated, but nobody laughed this time.

“ - or citizens groups,” samantha continued, still smiling, “how often are they portrayed in shows?”

“never,” said lucinda emphatically.

“exactly. all right that is enough of that chart, i think you get the point.” samantha turned back to the wall. “now, here is another chart, which is more directly germane to our subject - that crime does nor pay.”

samantha tapped the wall and a second chart replaced the first one.

“this chart is about something that i think everybody can relate to - namely, money.”

14. suzi and robbie



Wednesday, May 3, 2017

death in the rain - 12. blind


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part twelve of forty-four






ray trudged through the snow , a blind insensate thing with an indomitable primal lust for raw survival.

and because he did not like to be messed with or made a fool of.

that was the way it had always been with ray.

he was nothing. he knew he was nothing. he would always be nothing.

it was the same no matter how many times he had been born, how many new lives he started.

he would always be nothing, despised when he was not gnored.

but he was always determined to do one thing.

and that was to not take any grief from anybody.

who had murdered the girl, and put her body where ray would stumble over it, and get blamed for it?

ray wished he knew, but he knew he probably never would.

the diirty skunks, the dirty slimeballs and cowards!

ray kept going. he was almost halfway to the old factory.

he had been walking down a long straight road.

now he came to the old abandoned neighborhood surrounding the factories. a maze of narrow streets. but he knew his way in them, and through them.

he felt safer, not as naked, in the streets and alleys, where he could keep close to sides of the buildings.

he almost started to relax.

the snow continued to fall. but it seemed to be getting a bit warmer. maybe the show would turn to rain.

but then, suddenly, a figure emerged from one of the doorways.

ray stopped.

it was a girl. she looked like the dead girl he was carrying on his shoulder, but smaller.

and she was dressed the same, with the same cape like little red riding hood’s, except that it was really red this time.

maybe she was little red riding hood.

ray and the girl looked at each other through the swirling snow.

“what are you doing with my sister?” the girl asked.

ray didn’t know what to say. that was one of his problems - he never knew what to say.

finally he just said, “i didn’t kill her.”

to his surprise, the girl answered, “yes, i know you didn’t. but you did good, bringing her here.”

ray was stunned. it was the first time in all his lives that anybody had ever told him he had done good.

13. crime does not pay



Tuesday, May 2, 2017