Nobody’s Fault


…When she took her rent check to the manager, Zinnia allowed her curiosity out of the cage—“What did the man die of, the guy before me, B-9?”

“Oh,” the woman shrugged, clearly not personally involved with tenants whatsoever, “heart or liver, something—it was nobody’s fault.”

To Zinnia, that closing phrase seemed 6 blocks past ‘odd’, and lacked any semblance of reassurance, if that was intended; since nothing further was forthcoming, she took her raised eyebrows and backed out the door, smiling awkwardly.

Dead-bolting herself within this strange little world, her apartment, she made a tuna sandwich and turned on the Weather Channel.

Her coveted wind chimes played lightly, a kindly sound to encourage the heart as she pondered bus-ing to the library or thrift shop…but the TV meteorologist confirmed rain, now beginning (as if on cue) and quickly gathering vehement force; decision made—she’d stay indoors.

Again the music box silently beckoned…hefting it carefully, she viewed the underside…and read aloud the words printed with indelible black marker:  “nobody’s fault, not your fault.”

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36 thoughts on “Nobody’s Fault

  1. I bought a house once in which I was told a previous owner had died in a certain room. It would be extremely foolish to let that occurrance or any other affect the way one felt about living there or anywhere a death has occured as this happens every day all over the world. It is not important to you and your own life.


    • Perhaps it is useful for fiction… And it’s a way for me to work out my feelings concerning both the neighbor I cared for, who died in the apartment beneath mine…and isolation in general, which can become a haunted atmosphere. Thanks for your thoughts.


  2. (keying off of Vals comment), I was instantly taken by, “…she made a tuna sandwich and turned on the Weather Channel.”
    what is that, the perfect ordinary occurrence (or perhaps, it’s perfectly ordinary)… when it’s done well, as it is here, there is nothing to the phrase, no artifice, no grab for the reader, yet when the words pass by, as the reader reads, his/her world changes… a link between the reality of the story and the readers reality grows stronger.
    very cool


    • Thanks much for your comments, Clark. I keep wondering if or when Zinnia’s going to begin expecting “weirdness” (becoming paranoid), rather than just going about her ordinary life without impact of concern. If, like me, she has no option to move–I guess she’ll simply “deal with it” 🙂 Thanks again–see you next week.


  3. “She took her raised eyebrows and backed out the door” — nice imagery. I’m enjoying this spooky serial of yours.

    Reminds me of being a teenager – back when 8-track tapes were still popular – and my eye was drawn to the inner circle of the Eagles album I was taking off the record player. Inscribed like scratches on the vinyl around the label it said: “Don’t worry – nothing will be OK.” It is probably unreasonable, how much that freaked me out.


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