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Jerry Vilhotti 

 

There among the room full of objects hung blinds that became blinking eyes, when a breeze took vehement shape from the mouth of the swamps, a little distance away before the old corn field that was used to play baseball games by the young children of the once old New Dublin Burywater neighborhood, for the window did not set firmly within its frame which would make nine year old Johnny run downstairs shouting for help; leaving the invading green-eyed monster, whom his older brother Tom had said lived in their cellar that prevented Johnny from playing basketball by himself using an old tomato basket for the hoop, to crawl inside the low light Johnny had asked his mother to leave on to make darkness retreat into twilight.
He had told his mother he was afraid of the dark; leaving unsaid he was more afraid of his other older brother Leny One N who tried to enter his being as his heavy breathing pounded deep into his ear but Johnny's tenseness prevented Leny's futile attempts to fully penetrate him like the day Leny had broken the eggs of birds on the sands of Orchard Beach because he was not getting his name called from a mother who was too busy feeding a teat to the baby Johnny and out of guilt for this latchkey child Johnny since she had to go work in the garment factory that would eventually go South and then when cheaper labor presented itself the industry would leave the country for Central America and Asia, the Mother would allow for the lamp to remain on until a quasi-sleep overtook Johnny and then she would quietly tiptoe back into the room to close the light to save a penny.
These sounds created even more monsters for Johnny: hoping the footsteps he was hearing weren't lurking Leny's.
Many nights Johnny's voice would shout out from his painful dreams of frightened-eyed children scampering for hiding places among crumbling sand castles and when he opened his eyes, he saw clothing shrouded with darkness; menacingly hanging from atop a closet door; becoming even more shapes of monsters ready to swallow him up to become all gone in a crashing wave. 
The "lamplighter" would not come back again that night. He longed for the day when the sun would cover darkness and allow him to be alone where no one could hurt him. END 

 

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