Saturday, November 05, 2016

An Excerpt

You may ask yourself, "E, what are you working on? What stories do you have planned for your public face?"

You may also may not. Frankly, it doesn't matter.

Here's an excerpt.

Where to begin? Thurston was dead. There was no doubt in that. The record of his internment was affixed with all of the necessary signatures: the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. All were notarized, witnessed, and affixed with the official seal. LaGrasse signed it as well, as a matter of respect for his oldest friend. LaGrasse’s name was good for whatever incidentals that were needed to complete the task and for whatever he, himself, wanted to change. Yes, there was no doubt, Thurston had joined the Choir of the Invisible.

Mind you, I do not mean to say that I hear the singing of that glorious choral melody that the Invisible Choir sings. I do not know the composition or timbre of their song. I do believe, however that they do exist in the hereafter and those who do join their celestial ranks would be able to pull the heartstrings of many a stone man with words beyond power. So, I will say again, with or without your permission, with as much fearful reverence as I can, Thurston had joined the Choir of the Invisible.

LaGrasse and Thurston were partners in business for years beyond my reckoning. LaGrasse was the man’s sole executor, administrator, and assign. He was also Thurston’s sole residuary legatee, sole mourner, and solitary friend. With all of that said, it was witnessed by the clergyman, the clerk, and the undertaker that LaGrasse was  not so dreadfully affected by the event of Thurston’s death.

Thurston’s name was never painted over on the sign above the business office. It stood years after his joining of the Choir. The firm was simply named “LaGrasse and Thurston.” Sometimes new customers to the firm called the remaining partner by his own name, and sometimes by Thurston’s, but he answered to both in indifference. It was all the same to him, so long as the money traded hands.

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