Creative: In The Lamp Light
After my first evening at Pine Vale, I decided I'd never tell Howard
Finley my name.
I was sitting on a stone bench under the evergreens in the darkening
twilight, inspecting the piece of wood that I'd been carving. It was going
to be a dog--maybe a German shepherd. I liked to shape things, not just
whittle.
I thought about smoking. Not thinking of actually doing it, mind you,
only remembering. Over the years, liver spots had replaced the nicotine
stains on my fingers. I'd begun carving a set of chess pieces to occupy my
time back when I quit.
Howard walked along the sidewalk from the clinic door. His steps were
slow and deliberate. Not like those of someone suffering the ...
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voice, strong and clear from across the driveway. "I know
you, Roy Best," he said. "I know about you and Mary. You want to take her
away from me."
Roy was a short man who walked with the help of a cane. I'd seen him
during the afternoon, sitting in the lounge, talking to the prettiest woman
in Pine Vale.
"You never even talk to her," Roy said. "Not once in all the years
we've been here."
"I--I will. And until I do, I don't want you interfering."
"She's not your property. I don't think she'd want to hear you sayin'
what she can and can't do."
"How dare you! I've got a good mind to--"
Roy's snort of derision echoed off the brick wall of the clinic. "That's
exactly what you don't got, Howard. I hear you haven't got much mind left
at all." Roy pushed past the taller man and continued on, forcing a
wheezing, artificial laugh.
Howard twisted his head and watched Roy tap his way along the walkway.
By the light from the lamp, I could see Howard's ...
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lounge door, I saw the nurse who'd signed me in on the previous
day. I looked about to make sure no one was watching, walked past her out
of the lounge, and whispered from the hallway. "Excuse me."
"Yes, Mr. Mc--"
"Don't! Not my name. He might be listening."
"Whoever are you talking about?"
"Howard Finley."
"Howard? Howard's a little quiet, but you'll get along fine once you
get to know each other."
"It's him I have to talk to you about. Last night, I saw him make a man
disappear."
"What do you mean? What man?"
Down the hall, the clinic's front door opened. A young couple dressed
in their Sunday best looked about uncertainly until they spotted ...
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