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  • Close Encounters of the Historical Kind Part 4: Edgar Allen Poe



    [BIG FLASH]

    Me:
      Hi Mr. Poe!  It is so great to meet you!  I’ve imagined this moment in my mind so many times, you would not believe!  I’m a huge admirer of your work! And I really don’t mean to bother you, but…uh…Mr. Poe? 

    Poe: 
     [Remains sitting at desk, unmoving; Head lays on top of hands].

    Me:
      [Pats his shoulder lightly]  Mr. Poe?  [Again] Mr. Poe?  [Starts shaking him now; Yells]  Oh my God, Mr. Poe?!  Somedody - somebody get some—!!

    Poe:
      [Lifts head sharply]  Agch!  [Rubs face groggily]  What’s all the ruckus? 

    Me:
      [Yells] OH WOW!  YOU’RE OK! YOU’RE OK!

    Poe: 
     [Winces; Groans].

    Me:
      [More quietly now]  You’re ok! 

    Poe:
      Yes, yes - [Hiccups] - and who - [Hiccups] - might you - [Hiccups] - be?  [Squints, looks around] And intruding in my - [Hiccups] - cottage, no less…

    Me: 
     Oh never mind that.  [Leans down to him] Although, you might wanna drink something for that hiccup.

    Poe:
      Indeed - [Hiccups] - and I know just the thing [Rummages around papers on desk; Opens drawers; Finally pulls out a flask].

    Me:
      [Straightens]  Oh, well, I was thinking more like—

    Poe:
      [Takes long, deep gulps from flask].

    Me:
      —water. 

    Poe:
      [Lowers flask; Squints at me]  Oh yeah?

    Me:
      Well, I’ve heard it helps better.  [Points at flask] Well, better than that stuff, anyway.

    Poe:
      [Wipes mouth]  Oh it does, does it?  [Rises from desk] So you some sort of doctor?

    Me:
      [Backs away]  Well, I wouldn’t say that exactly…

    Poe:
      [Continues moving forward]  Oh?

    Me:
      [Backs into window; Stumbles into window sill; Sits; Looks up wide-eyed at Poe].

    Poe:
      [Stops just before me; Cocks head to the side; Smirks] You are quite the flighty one, aren’t you?

    Me:
      [Sputters].

    Poe:
      [Reaches hand toward my face].

    Me:
      [Flinches].

    Poe:
      [Hand continues past me to a rag hanging on nail by window; Laughs outright at my reaction; Then looks me up and down curiously]  How odd.  One would think that for a girl who walks in public wearing pants, that she’d at least pack some courage in her back pocket. 

    Me:
      [Stiffens]  Well maybe if your cottage weren’t so dark, I wouldn’t be so “flighty” as you call it.  [Stands up]  And how is a writer supposed to write with no light? [Gestures with arm; Knocks over pail of water onto stray papers on floor].

    Poe:
      NOOO!  [Drops to floor]  My new piece!!  [Lifts soggy papers; Tries unsuccessfully to shake water from them]  Look at what you’ve done!

    Me:
      [Crouches down beside him]  Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!  [Helps gather papers; Angles head; Reads words on topmost sheet]  Oh, Annabelle Lee!  That’s my favorite!  I know it front and back!  I could help you rewrite it!

    Poe:
      [Freezes; Lowers papers; Directs full gaze at me]  What do you mean you know it “front and back?”  I’ve barely even completed it.

    [Both slowly rise to feet]

    Me:
      Oh no…  [Frantically pats jeans pockets]  I seem to have misplaced my —

    Poe:
      [Points finger, and wet papers, at me]  Just what do you think you’re doing?  Have you got something else hidden in the pockets of those unseemly pants?

    Me:
      [Raises hands; Steps backwards]  N-n-no!  I only wanted — ah!!  [Loses footing; Stumbles; Falls to the floor].

    Poe:
      [Rushes down to my side; Gently sits me up right]  Oh, I’m sorry — I didn’t mean to frighten you so.  Are you alright?

    Me:
      [Rubs back of head]  Yeah, it’s my fault, I should’ve looked where I was going.  Oh look, there’s a floorboard come loose.

    Poe:
      No, no, never mind that!  [Hurriedly tries to get me to my feet]  Come along, just come along [Grabs my arms; Almost frantic now].  Up you go!

    Me:
      No wait, what is that?  [Angles head to look underneath floorboard; Squints] It — it looks like [Eyes catch a glint of red then look slowly up at Poe].

    Poe:
      [Stiffens; Glares back].

    [Long Silence]

    Me:
      Ne-ne-never mind.  Can I have a sip from that flask?

    [BIG FLASH]
     

    Tagged: History edgar allen poe literature musings tell-tale heart time travel scary

    Posted on July 30, 2011 with 1 note ()

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