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Brian Evenson - Windeye.doc

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“Windeye” // by Brian Evenson1.They lived, when he was growing up, in a simple house, an old bungalow with a converted attic and sides covered in cedar shae. !n the bac, where an oa thrust its branches over the roo", the shae was light brown, almost honey. !n the "ront, where the sun struc it "ull, it had weathered to a pale gray, lie a dirty bone. There, the shingles were brittle, thinned by sun and rain, and i" you were care"ul you could slip your "ingers up behind some o" them. #r at least his sister could. $e was older and his "ingers were thicer, so he could not.%ooing bac on it, many years later, he o"ten thought it had started with that, with her care"ully woring her "ingers up under a shingle as he waited and watched to see i" it would crac. That was one o" his earliest memories o" his sister, i" not the earliest.$is sister would turn around and smile, her hand gone to nucles, and say, “! "eel something. What am ! "eeling&” 'nd then he would as (uestions. !s it smooth& he might as. )oes it "eel rough& *caly& !s it cold+blooded or warm+blooded& )oes it "eel red& )oes it "eel lie its claws are in or out& an you "eel its eye move& $e would eep on, watching the e-pression on her "ace change as she tried to mae his words into a living, breathing thing, until it started to "eel too real "or her and, hal"+giggling, hal"+screaming, she whipped her hand "ree.There were other things they did, other ways they tortured each other, things they both loved and "eared. Their mother didnt now anything about it, or i" she did she didnt care. #ne o" them would shut the other into the toy chest and then pretend to leave the room, waiting there silently until the one in the toy chest couldnt stand it any longer and started to yell. That was a hard game "or him because he was a"raid o" the dar, but he tried not to show that to his sister. #r one o" them would wrap the other tight in blanets, and then the trapped one would have to brea "ree. Why they had lied it, why they had done it, he had a hard time remembering later, once he was grown. But they had lied it, or at least he had lied itthere was no denying thatand he had done it. 0o denying that either.*o at "irst those games, i" they were games, and then, later, something else, something worse, something decisive. What was it again& Why was it hard, now that he had grown, to remember& What was it called& #h, yes, Windeye..$ow had it begun& 'nd when& ' "ew years later, when the house started to change "or him, when he went "rom thining about each bit and piece o" it as a separate thing and started thining o" it as a house. $is sister was still coming up close, entranced by the gap between shingle and wall, intrigued by the twist and curve o" a crac in the concrete steps. !t was not that she didnt now that there was a house, only that the smaller bits were more important than the whole. 2or him, though, it had begun to be the reverse.*o he began to step bac, to move bac in the yard "ar enough away to tae the whole house in at
once. $is sister would give him a (ui33ical loo and try to coa- him in closer, to get him involved in something small. 2or a while, hed play to her level, narrate to her what the sur"ace she was touching or the shadow she was glimpsing might mean, so she could pretend. But over time he dri"ted out again. There was something about the house, the house as a whole, which troubled him. But why& Wasnt it 4ust lie any house&$is sister, he saw, was standing beside him, staring at him. $e tried to e-plain it to her, tried to  put a "inger on what "ascinated him. This house, he told her. !ts a little di""erent. Theres something about it5 But he saw, "rom the way she looed at him, that she thought it was a game, that he was maing it up.“What are you seeing&” she ased, with a grin.Why not& he thought. Why not mae it a game&“What are you seeing&” he ased her.$er grin "altered a little but she stopped staring at him and stared at the house.“! see a house,” she said.“!s there something wrong with it&” he prompted.*he nodded, then looed to him "or approval.“Whats wrong&” he ased.$er brow tightened lie a "ist. “! dont now,” she said. “The window&”“What about the window&”“! want you to do it,” she said. “!ts more "un.”$e sighed, and then pretended to thin. “*omething wrong with the window,” he said. “#r not the window e-actly but the number o" windows.” *he was smiling, waiting. “The problem is the number o" windows. Theres one more window on the outside than on the inside.”$e covered his mouth with his hand. *he was smiling and nodding, but he couldnt go on with the game. Because, yes, that was e-actly the problem, there was one more window on the outside than on the inside. That, he new, was what hed been trying to see.6.But he had to mae sure. $e had his sister move "rom room to room in the house, waving to him "rom each window. The ground "loor was all right, he saw her each time. But in the converted attic, 4ust shy o" the corner, there was a window at which she never appeared.
!t was small and round, probably only a "oot and a hal" in diameter. The glass was dar and wavery. !t was held in place by a strip o" metal about as thic as his "inger, giving the whole o" the circum"erence a dull, leaden rim.$e went inside and climbed the stairs, looing "or the window himsel", but it simply wasnt there. But when he went bac outside, there it was.2or a time, it "elt lie he had brought the problem to li"e himsel" by stating it, that i" he hadnt said anything the hal"+window wouldnt be there. Was that possible& $e didnt thin so, that wasnt the way the world wored. But even later, once he was grown, he still "ound himsel" wondering sometimes i" it was his "ault, i" it was something he had done. #r rather, said.*taring up at the hal"+window, he remembered a story his grandmother had told him, bac when he was very young, 4ust three or "our, 4ust a"ter his "ather had le"t and 4ust be"ore his sister was  born. Well, he didnt remember it e-actly, but he remembered it had to do with windows. Where she came "rom, his grandmother said, they used to be called not windows but something else. $e couldnt remember the word, but remembered that it started with a “v.” *he had said the word and then had ased, )o you now what this means& $e shoo his head. *he repeated the word, slower this time.“This "irst part,” she had said, “it means 7wind. This second part, it means 7eye.” *he looed it him with her own pale, steady eye. “!t is important to now that a window can be instead a windeye.”*o he and his sister called it that, windeye. !t was, he told her, how the wind looed into the house and so was not a window at all. *o o" course they couldnt loo out o" it8 it was not a window at all, but a windeye.$e was worried she was going to as (uestions, but she didnt. 'nd then they went into the house to loo again, to mae sure it wasnt a window a"ter all. But it still wasnt there on the inside.Then they decided to get a closer loo. They had "igured out what window was nearest to it and opened that and leaned out o" it. There it was. !" they leaned "ar enough, they could see it and almost touch it.“! could reach it,” his sister said. “!" ! stand on the sill and you hold my legs, ! could lean out and touch it.”“0o,” he started to say, but, "earless, she had already clambered onto the sill and was leaning out. $e wrapped his arms around her legs to eep her "rom "alling. $e was 4ust about to pull her bac and inside when she leaned "urther and he saw her "inger touch the windeye. 'nd then it was as i" she had dissolved into smoe and been suced into the windeye. *he was gone.9.

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