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The Saints Are Dead
The Saints Are Dead
_A COLLECTION OF STORIES
"Disparate,
heady, playful,
and sharp...
~Mike Stone,
author of Tt
Foretold
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A COLLECTION OF STORIES
BY
AARON POLSON
Copyright © 2011 by Aaron Polson
ISBN: 978-0-9826734-4-7
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THE SAINTS ARE DEAD
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This one is for Owen and Max, with love. Your
imaginations set the standard.
Table of Contents
Dancing Lessons 14
Tunnel Vision 34
In Green Water 62
Catalog Sales 73
Reciprocity 146
Homecoming 179
Acknowledgements 220
Gary Sump’s Hidden City
aD eae guy over there, the skinny one with the big
glasses and pinched nose, sitting alone at Java
Stop and drinking a tall regular, his name is Gary.
He has a miniature city in his backyard. I live
next door, and I’ve watched him from my second-
story window. Gary is dull—plain yogurt without
sweetener—except for the secret city.
It started simply, just buildings made of spare
wood and a couple of bricks he had lying around
his yard. Maybe he’s lonely. I don’t know. I never
see the guy on the phone, and he doesn’t go out
except for a tall regular at Java Stop. I’ve
watched him since before his wife bailed six
months ago.
Anyway, he made roads, parks, and a lake in
his backyard—just like The Sims. You remember
The Sims, right? Scott played for hours back in
the dorm; probably why he dropped out. Well,
the people came later. Little critters—they look
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Dancing Lessons
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DANCING LESSONS
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The World in Rubber, Soft and
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THE WORLD IN RUBBER, SOFT AND MALLEABLE
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Tunnel Vision
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TUNNEL VISION
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"Why?"
"He collects them." Tallman spat on the
ground and smeared his saliva into the dirt with
the toe of his boot. "He fucking collects them," he
repeated, shaking his head.
I watched in silence as The Surgeon pulled a
glass jam jar from his rucksack, a jar filled with
clear fluid and a few horrible floating things—
other eyes with small bits of flesh clinging to
them, bobbing like bleached olives. After
unscrewing the lid, he held the newest addition in
his palm, rinsed it with a splash of water from his
canteen, and dropped it into the jar.
"Rumor is, they help him see," Tallman said,
laughing.
The Surgeon looked up and smiled at me as he
wiped thick blood from his knife on a tuft of
elephant grass. After he slipped the glinting knife
back into its scabbard and stood, I thought the
man a giant. He looked at me, and his mouth fell
into a wide grin.
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THE SURGEON OF AN KHE
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Everything in its Place
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EVERYTHING IN ITS PLACE
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EVERYTHING IN ITS PLACE
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In Green Water
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CATALOG SALES
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CATALOG SALES
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Why We Don’t Talk About the
Pumpkins Anymore
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WHY WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THE PUMPKINS ANYMORE
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"Bury them?"
His face was set like a granite marker. "The
fire."
I saw the look in his eye—the cold, hard look
he’d learned when the sheriff's deputies dragged
his pa from Widow Partridge's property, reeking
like a moonshine still, as the barn burned. The
widow was inside, knocked over the head and
unconscious. She died in the fire, the first really
big fire I ever saw. Jimmy’s pa never was the
same. Neither was Jimmy.
He started before I did, and his courage
stiffened something inside me. We spent the
better part of the morning numbed by the cold
and our awful vocation. Jimmy didn’t spill a tear.
Not one. By the time we tossed little Suzy on the
fire, |was an empty shell, like a cicada’s after it
crawls out of the ground sheds its old skin. We sat
at the far side of the field, two eleven year olds
going on eighty.
After a long while, maybe an hour of watching
the black smoke, Jimmy stood.
"We got to move, keep moving." He picked up
the tin can, the one that had held the worms. "If
there’s survivors...we got to find them."
I followed. Neither of us had eaten anything
since the night before, but our work had chased
hunger right out of my body. We found the
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Little Man, Big Eraser
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Not tonight.
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IN THE PRIMAL LIBRARY
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The House Eaters
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THE HOUSE EATERS
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THE HOUSE EATERS
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THE HOUSE EATERS
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THE HOUSE EATERS
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Reciprocity
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RECIPROCITY
boys felt too old for toys, but risked a quick trip
through the bright action figures, cars, and other
gadgets. They ended their visit with the fish tank.
Andy looked at Jason, lingering for a moment
on his red, puffed cheeks. "I'd like an aquarium,
someday. Maybe in my room." He glanced at the
taut veins in Jason’s neck and felt embarrassment
creep into his cheeks. His eyes flashed back to the
tank.
"Watch this," Jason muttered as he thrust his
meaty paw into the water, seized one of the
golden things, and pulled it out. Water streamed
from his fist, running in crooked lines down his
thick forearm. Jason slowly unpeeled his fingers,
and the fish flopped from his hand and wriggled
on the floor, slipping just under the shelf and out
of reach. Andy dropped, groping for the sliver of
gold.
"Can I help you?"
Andy sprang to his feet, his skin blushing and
burning. "No...just dropped a quarter...it’s
okay."
"Yeah." The clerk glanced at Jason. "Sure."
As the store employee walked away, Jason
held his damp arm behind his back. With the
other, he stifled a laugh. "Dude, you look
ridiculous on all fours. Get up."
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RECIPROCITY
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RECIPROCITY
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Cut and Paste
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CUT AND PASTE
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"Oh; hey.”
"In a hurry? We don’t usually see you this
early." She had a way of saying "we" even when
she was alone. The habit unsettled Harvey.
"T have a meeting, that’s all."
"Oh," she said, nodding. "Oh, a meeting."
"Well...have a nice evening." Harvey rushed
from her gaze onto his own porch.
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Homecoming
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HOMECOMING
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HOMECOMING
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Tap, Tap
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Uncle Jackhammer and the Clockwork
Beet Field. War
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"Homecoming" originally appeared in Reflection’s Edge
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Disparate. heady. playful. and sharp. The Saints are Dead left footprints on the
shores of my imagination that will not erode in weeks. months... or even
years.
— Mike Stone. author of Fourtold
Brimming with chiaroscuro. Polson's stories explore the spaces between longing
and loathing. between hopefulness and despair. his characters populating an
iconographic America that never was as they navigate the darker side of
surreality.
—Camille Alexa, author of Push of the Sky