Issue Three
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A.A. GARRISON<br />
tell where the hymn originated, or the<br />
sex of its source.<br />
He periscoped his head from the seats,<br />
taking a cautious sweep of the cabin. It<br />
was total bedlam: baggage everywhere;<br />
people strewn about like their carryon; a<br />
forest of oxygen masks hanging like<br />
lynched men. The in-seat video screens<br />
played on, showing a laughing young<br />
girl. A balding man in an oxford shirt<br />
was attacking the next seat up, his face<br />
streaming crazy tears -- the beating<br />
noise Adrian had been hearing. Up the<br />
aisle, a heavy black woman in a<br />
sundress stood aloofly, arms hung at<br />
her sides, her candy-coloured lips in a<br />
crumpled figure-eight. She wailed in<br />
controlled bursts, somehow betraying<br />
the grotesque configuration of her<br />
mouth. She was one of the Screamers;<br />
challenger or incumbent, Adrian knew<br />
not which.<br />
It was profound, how fast the place had<br />
been trashed. The announcement had<br />
come, what, thirty seconds ago?<br />
"Good God," Adrian huffed, and then<br />
dropped back down.<br />
He had thought up more sins to confess,<br />
when he was once more interrupted,<br />
this time by an insistent vibration tearing<br />
through the length of the plane. It<br />
silenced everyone for one heartbeat<br />
moment, much like a concert crowd<br />
hearing the first played note. Then it<br />
passed and all hell resumed breaking<br />
loose.<br />
The Laugher, with Screamers One and<br />
Two, promptly returned to work, now<br />
joined by a Screamer <strong>Three</strong>, who<br />
sounded to be female and in first<br />
class. The Singer was a little slow on<br />
the uptake, but they eventually came<br />
around, jumping back in at ‘saved a<br />
wretch like me’.<br />
Adrian ducked deep in his seat, feeling<br />
to be in a pinball machine. He<br />
somehow found it to keep<br />
talking. "There was this boy I knew,<br />
when I was a kid," he said almost<br />
casually, to the blonde woman. "Johnny<br />
Strassup, his name was. Nicest kid, just<br />
--"<br />
Adrian hunched defensively as The<br />
Groper made another sudden pass,<br />
announced by the fwip of his<br />
jeans. With a morbidly cheeky<br />
expression, the man felt up women with<br />
remarkable dignity, as though he had<br />
every right to do so. He ignored the<br />
blonde, however, and Adrian picked up<br />
where he'd left off:<br />
"So, Johnny Strassup, nicest kid, just<br />
kind of a loser, I guess." He waved away<br />
sweat. "But, some kids were making fun<br />
of him once, and --"<br />
Adrian cut out again, now responding to<br />
a shock of activity in the aisle. Without<br />
prelude, the bald man who'd been<br />
beating the seat bolted up and tackled<br />
The Groper in one purposeful, electrified<br />
movement bespeaking<br />
rehearsal. Perhaps he'd become bored<br />
with the poor piece of furniture, perhaps