Blackout @ Noon

Posted: June 25, 2014 in Uncategorized

Straightening his tie and licking his palms first before smoothing back his hair, Edgar “Eddie” Talmadge rang the doorbell of the small suburban home that was modern, brightly colored in pastels, and completely identical to all its neighbors. He was an angular man, who seemed not to round off but to point everywhere: shoulders, elbows, knees, toes, hair, fingers, nose. A housewife answered the door, as was so often the case, and for just cleaning around the house all day she looked as if it must have taken hours to put on her face. Eddie appreciated that. “Good for her,” he thought, “and her husband.” With a plaintive, disarming wave, Eddie introduced himself as Edward (he hated his first name but found Eddie to be too bourgeoisie) the inventor of a marvelous new product that would change lives around the home forever. Mrs. Andrelewski, the woman at the door, had heard way too many of these speeches in her lifetime and did her best to be polite as she slammed the door in the face of Eddie Talmadge and his friendly-looking robot.


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