Scriptor Press - The ElectroLounge

“Oh.”
“Dad, this is Franny’s death! This castle! It’s taking us in! She can’t help it! You’ve
got to play harder! You’ve got to fight it!”
“We’re getting nowhere.”
“You’ve got to fly! Use your music to fly!”
I wonder what this all is. This isn’t simple. Nor has it been meaningless. No. What
was that ceremony where I saw David Time? Why should I see him of all people?
“Dad!”
“No, Reb. I want to know. What is this, Soulard? Appear before me. Now!”
“OK. Here I am.”
“What hoops are these?”
“Hoops?”
“Tricks!”
“None. You want Franny back. Or rather you got her back but wanted to know how.
Wanted to be taken through it. Or maybe I needed to take you through it.”
“Do you know?”
“I know that everything ties in. All of it.”
“All of what?”
“Then. Now. Eleusis. Glover. Greece. New England. Death. The Eternal Note.”
Rebecca manifests. “Ray, just tell him what he has to do. It will be fine.”
“Rebecca—”
“Dad, it will be fine. You trust me, right? And I trust you. And I trust him, too. That
has to be enough for all of us right now. We’re going to get Franny back, Dad, & you’re
going to marry her.”
“OK, Rebecca.”
Silence.
“Rebecca?”
“Yes, Dad?”
“Is something going to change?”
“Yes.”
“Between you and Ray?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not going to marry?”
“I don’t. I, um, don’t know.”
“It’s up to you, Reb.”
“No. No , Ray. You’re the storyteller. I’m your muse.”
“Yes.”
“If you marry your muse, Ray, where does that leave the girls of your world? The
ones outside your paper & pens?”
“I’m not excluding them.”
“No. But you’re keeping them out of your core. Your heart’s heart. Your within’s
within.”
“So be it.”
Rebecca smiles at me. Merry Muse glints & glows around her.
Soulard disappears again. Rebecca fades within me again. The guitar chords I need to
play now are far more obvious. I, we, begin to fly.
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The Cenacle / 54 / April 2005