My “Grand Ture” in Midnight Garden

I asked fellow Midnight Garden anthology contributors to share some things about themselves prior to publication and those generous enough to do appeared in previous Midnight Garden posts for the past week or so.

Each entry gives a taste of their contribution, a little about them, how to contact them, how their story came about, and definitely a link to Midnight Garden (which you should purchase because it would make each and every one of us happy.
you do want to make us happy, don’t you?
i mean, considering what we wrote, you want us to know you’re a good person, right?).

This is the last post in the Midnight Garden series and is my…

Grand Ture:

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The Book of the Wounded Healers (A Study in Perception) – Chapter 7 – “That Which Makes Us Happy, That Which Makes Us Sad”

The Book of the Wounded Healers (A Study in Perception) – Chapter 7 – “That Which Makes Us Happy, That Which Makes Us Sad”

 
1-800-MD-TUSCH

Jenreel points at the sign as we enter the #9 train at South Ferry. Cetaf and Beriah are at street level. Ever since the war memorials they are fascinated people’s stories. We stop at each historic marker, each memorial plaque. Thank god we didn’t go to Ellis and Liberty Islands!

I feel the train lurch and worry that Cetaf and Beriah might be left behind.

The doors pulse shut and I’m reminded of a sphincter constricting.

“The sign is for a doctor, a type of healer, who specializes in problems of the rectum and anus.”

“Isn’t that how you people relieve yourselves of waste?”

I nod.

“You people have trouble relieving yourselves of waste?”

A bag lady bumps into me and knocks me back. Her hand clutches the pole in front of me and she stands between Jenreel and me. “Children don’t. Kiddies go whenever and wherever they need. That’s why they’s always smiling.”

She smiles wide and proud and releases her bowels. The smell is obvious, although she is so wrapped in rags nothing escapes.

A buzzer sounds and the doors clamp again but open quickly, stopped from sealing by some of Notre Dame du Bags’ luggage. She waddles out and Cetaf and Beriah come in. People make room for Cetaf as he squeezes through the door.

Jenreel points her out to Cetaf and Beriah as she crosses the platform and bumps into people. “She has no problems of the rectum and anus.”

I nod. “I think that’s why she’s so happy.”

Cetaf and Beriah also see the TUSCH sign.

Jenreel explains, “Some of them have trouble getting rid of their waste. The ones who don’t smile, evidently.”

I look around the subway car. Nobody’s smiling. Some are twitching. One or two mumble to themselves.

My eyes come back to Jenreel and he cocks his head at me. “You’re not smiling, Ben.”

“Constipated.”

“Oh.”


Previous entries in The Book of the Wounded Healers (A Study in Perception) series

My “Striders” in Midnight Garden

I asked fellow Midnight Garden anthology contributors to share some things about themselves prior to publication and those generous enough to do appeared in previous Midnight Garden posts for the past week or so.

Each entry gives a taste of their contribution, a little about them, how to contact them, how their story came about, and definitely a link to Midnight Garden (which you should purchase because it would make each and every one of us happy.
you do want to make us happy, don’t you?
i mean, considering what we wrote, you want us to know you’re a good person, right?).

Anywho, having run out of authors to post about, I now turn my posting eye on myself.

We’ll round out Midnight Garden posts with my five contributions to the anthology, this time…

Striders:

Gladys stopped in the doorway between the comm, and the ship’s claustrophobic living-room. Dobrynin shuffled on his roll-bed, and she balanced herself in mid-stride, the toe of one slipper not quite touching the floor, her tiny figure framed by the comm’s instrument lighting.
Dobrynin sat up and scratched his beard and gut. “Where’d you go?”
“I had to go to the john.”
“You didn’t fuck anything up, did you?”
Alarms sounded.

How the story came about:
Striders came out some time in the late 1990s as part of a “women’s arc.” I had several psychotherapeutic clients back then and my specialty was trauma – family, spousal, childhood, combat, …
The women’s arc consisted of three short stories; Striders, The Raping of Cyrynda Strong, and Rachel, Above the Clouds, While Flying. Each story dealt with women in crisis and are based on an amalgam of the people I worked with. Rachel and Cyrynda Strong, found homes, the former in 2023, the latter in 2018.
Striders is a story about spousal abuse and one woman’s solution to her problem. It is the most blatantly science-fictional piece of the three and the most fun to write of the three. Hope you enjoy.
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My “The Last Drop” in Midnight Garden

I asked fellow Midnight Garden anthology contributors to share some things about themselves prior to publication and those generous enough to do appeared in previous Midnight Garden posts for the past week or so.

Each entry gives a taste of their contribution, a little about them, how to contact them, how their story came about, and definitely a link to Midnight Garden (which you should purchase because it would make each and every one of us happy.
you do want to make us happy, don’t you?
i mean, considering what we wrote, you want us to know you’re a good person, right?).

Anywho, having run out of authors to post about, I now turn my posting eye on myself.

We’ll round out Midnight Garden posts with my five contributions to the anthology, starting with…

“The Last Drop” as shared in video:

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An Experiment in Writing – Part 2: Openings

Because I had so much fun in Part 1, here’s An Experiment in Writing – Part 2. Enjoy.

 
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