Saturday, November 26, 2016

Gateways

Hugh Crabtree is in the process of being sent to what some call the Punishment Block, he's talking in the queue for lunch, a big no-no in Afon-Bedd, no one really knows why it's a big no-no, but one argument suggests that statistically speaking talking in meal queues is like a gateway drug to the sort of cocaine like activities that can get out of hand when groups, unstable or otherwise, gather to feed. Another argument dismisses this radical view in favor of the idea that a moment of enforced silence prior to feeding produces a calm that concentrates the mind and aids the digestive process. A third argument proposes that if by some odd chance a resident of Afon-Bedd wishes to get away for a bit from the hurly-burly of institutional life they can talk in the meal queue, kind of like don't ask, don't tell.

 But it's Crabtree's first meal at Afon-Bedd and with Crabtree being told not to do something is more like a challenge than a suggestion. Our hero who'd already spent a great many years in the embrace of a series of cruel and unusual institutions, can't actually recall when his own transition into a new institution went so smoothly. This realization of a break in tradition caused our hero's keen instincts to become just a little bit suspicious. It was yet one more circumstance that didn't seem right. And for those interested your writer of pulp is endeavoring to break with a few of his own traditions by crafting a plot that is so blatantly transparent The Vestry of Monnow could easily leave the freewheeling prolix of the Sabean Genre which would be a sad day for future of civilization but probably very much in keeping with the current trending of Nationalistic Alphas intent upon littering our world, with words let's hope.

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