Serial A, Part 1

Not a lot of extra words, but enough to tell the story, enough to make it a vivid, continuous dream (thank you John Gardner) with enough detail to be real and no detail that does not belong. Sort of like Michaelangelo sculpting, taking away all the parts that shouldn’t be there. Starting is the easiest part, followed by ending, both parts being mile-high pillars dominating the landscape of the pregnant hill, which is probably a redundancy that I should find an alternative for. I hate that last phrase, but I don’t have a another solution to the “pregnant hill” problem.

So I leave it there – pregnant hill. Both potential and obstacle, the story is inside that hill, the start and the end dominating the west and east approaches. The pillar on the west – young man leaves home. The pillar on the east – young man returns home. Or young woman, genders being fungible now, before the beginning, in the planning part of the writing it. So start. The young man (there, not fungible now) arises, walks to the familiar door, turns the knob for the 5,000th time, and steps outside. It is raining, but Caller (the young man) walks briskly away.