Wednesday, August 31, 2011

THE ELECTRIC FAN


The Electric Fan

   His name was Greg and I met him the beginning of my freshman year of
college. We were both attending the university on athletic scholarships,
he for soccer and me for football, and we wound up being roommates. The
  athletes started school a few weeks before the rest of the students in
order to get our orientation out of the way and get a jump on practice.
Most of the dorms weren't ready to be opened so we jocks were stuck in some
of the oldest dormitories on the campus temporarily, until the official
start of the semester when we'd be assigned to our permanent rooms. Greg
and I wound up sharing this tiny room in the attic of McDonald Hall, barely
the size of a walk-in closet. To reach it was four flights of stairs, then
through a heavy oak door and down a long, thin corridor to a narrow flight
of steep steps that ended on the threshold of our room. There was no other
door, just the opening to the stairs, and it faced directly out the dormer
window. At either side of the room were small closets and the room itself
was furnished with two small beds, two desks, two lamps, etc. It was the
third week of August and the old dorm wasn't air conditioned so it was
unbearably hot in that cubby hole but, somehow, it seemed wonderful all the
same.



FUGITIVES
By R.J.March



He stood and stretched his arms up over his head. His belly — smooth, pale — went concave. The imprint of his navel narrowed, and I could see where his pubic hair thinned between his pelvic bones, tawny hairs that reminded me of a puppy's belly. He stepped barefoot off the cement pad and out across the grass. At the end of the lawn — if you could call the scrubbed earth and errant patches of weedy grass a lawn — bushes prevailed. He stepped behind a lilac bush long past its bloom to piss. I could hear it and almost see him, though I didn't want to. When he was almost done, he stepped back into full view, and I saw him shaking himself and the scatter of piss and his white prick. I saw his balls hanging over the waistband of his underwear, and I saw the look he gave me.