LampLight: Volume 6 Issue 1
By Jacob Haddon
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Damien Angelical Walters is our featured writer! Her story, All The Pretty Cages, is of outsiders and freedom. We talk to her about writing, her favorites and what is coming up next!
J.T. Glover’s Article, Against Nature, discusses the shorter end of the horror genre.
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LampLight - Jacob Haddon
Apokrupha
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LampLight
A Quarterly Magazine of Dark Fiction
Volume 6
Issue 1
September 2017
Published by Apokrupha
Jacob Haddon, Editor
Catherine Grant, Assistant Editor
Paula Snyder, Masthead Design
All stories copyright respective author, 2017
ISSN: 2169-2122
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Table of Contents
Featured Writer - Damien Angelica Walters
All the Pretty Cages
Interview with Jeff Heimbuch
Fiction
Small Town Immortals - Valerie Alexander
Ordinary Darkness - Andrew Reichard
The New One - Marie Anderson
A Bucket Of Teeth - Nate Southard
Article
Against Nature - J. T. Glover
LampLight Classics
The Eyes - Edith Wharton
Writer Bios
Subscriptions and Submissions
* * *
All the Pretty Cages
Damien Angelica Walters
I was five when I first heard the term avian, but I didn’t understand what—who—it meant until the year I turned ten. Even then, I didn’t fully understand, not in the way I do now. I only knew that avian meant different and that different meant wrong.
At night, I would run my fingers along the thick ridges of scar tissue on my back. The scars meant I wasn’t different, wasn’t wrong. Inevitably, one hand would stray to my neck, wondering what it would feel like to have vocal chords, to speak, wondering what the scars on the inside felt like.
For your own good,
my mother said once, when I was brave enough to write down the word Why? So you could fit in. Now go be a good girl and play.
For years I thought I was the only one. I was wrong.
But I was also right.
* * *
The avian on the ground by my feet was crouched on a tree branch when I shot her, but it doesn’t look like she broke anything in the fall. No one would care if she did, and I wouldn’t get in trouble, but I try not to be cruel. It isn’t her fault that she’s an avian; it isn’t my fault that I have to bring her in.
The tranquilizer dart sticks out of her left shoulder like a pushpin on a map. I am here, it says. I was here would be a better choice.
She’s definitely a flyaway; younger, too, than most of them. Maybe that explains why she wasn’t hiding behind the leaves, wasn’t hiding at all. I walk around the trees, looking up, even though there’s no need. Flyaways are always alone.
Her clothes are well-made, albeit dirty, and I wonder if her parents are out looking for her. I wonder what made her want to escape, to try her luck in the outside world. I wonder the same about all of them; they have to know they won’t make it. But I don’t have a voice to ask them and they don’t have a language I can understand and in the end, it doesn’t matter.
The avian weighs next to nothing; I could balance her on one hip, like a parent with a toddler. As I load her into the cage in the back of my van, I tuck her wings in so they don’t get damaged. There’s no need—she won’t have them for much longer—but it makes me feel better.
* * *
The driveway to the school reminds me of a snake—long, black, and sinuous—and it threads through a heavily wooded area. The isolation is why we don’t normally get protestors like some of the other schools.
The guard lets me through the gate without word or wave and I drive to the loading dock on the side of the building. The building itself is a large, three-story brick rectangle surrounded by flower beds. It looks much like any school building until you notice the metal mesh in the windows and the enclosed courtyard in the back, enclosed on all sides and the top by metal fencing. Avians aren’t allowed outside until their wings are removed, but they can still climb and the flyaways always take a long time to assimilate.
There’s no such thing as a voluntary; most are brought here by their parents when they realize they can’t keep them hidden any longer, by court-appointed officers, or by me.
The avian condition is classified as a genetic anomaly, although scientists aren’t sure of its cause. Some blame environmental toxins, vaccines, or antibiotics used in factory farms. A few religious groups cling to the belief that the parents of avians are blessed by angels. In the early years, some claimed it all a media fabrication, because humans couldn’t possibly give birth to creatures more bird than human. Video evidence proved them wrong.
The overhead door lifts and I unlock the van’s back door. The tranquilizer is wearing off and the flyaway fixes me with a gaze half-bleary, half-accusatory. I shove my hands in my pockets. Clear my throat. Two orderlies brush me aside and slide the cage out and the flyaway grabs the side, curling her fingernail talons through the holes, presses her face against the metal. I turn away, but not before I see the tears in her eyes, and I can’t shut out her keening wail—high-pitched, inhuman, wrong.
* * *
The van goes with me to my apartment, located a half-mile away from the school, but still on the grounds. There are three buildings with four apartments in each, the buildings set in a U with a central courtyard—not fenced-in. Only nine of the apartments are occupied now. School employees aren’t required to live on the grounds and most of them choose not to.
Originally, they built the apartments for the avians, figuring they could live there and work at the school, but it didn’t quite work out that way. That was back before the activists and politicians got involved, back when parents were allowed to make the decisions, back when avians were fairly rare, back before the term avian was coined.
After they graduate, most of the avians live in supervised group housing run by the state. The ones who can’t be trusted not to run stay permanently at the school. The ones who can’t be trusted to live at the school are sent to an institution in Colorado.
I have my building, the right side of the U, all to myself and my apartment is on the top right. When I look out my side or back windows, all I see are trees.
I don’t have to live under supervision, because technically I’m not an avian. But I can’t live on the outside either, because technically I’m not human.
* * *
I always feel a sense of peace when I walk into the public library. I come here once a week and every time, it’s the same. I feel at home here in a way I don’t feel anywhere else, even in my apartment. All the lives—fantastical and otherwise—in the pages, all the chances to be someone else, even if for only a little while.
Even though I can’t live on the outside, the school allows me a modicum of freedom in exchange for the work I do. I’m lucky. I know they don’t have to.
There’s a new librarian behind the desk; she’s younger than the previous one and her eyes narrow when she sees me. I swallow hard. I’m wearing baggy pants, an even baggier shirt, and heavy boots—the illusion of weight, of substance. She can’t possibly know I’m different, not just by looking, but I swear she does, and I feel her gaze following me until I disappear into one of the rows.
I’m balancing three books in one hand and reaching for another when I hear someone else walk into the rows. In a flash, someone’s arm stretches in front of mine and pulls the book free. The librarian holds it out with an unreadable expression on her face.
I take the book and write Thank you on the notepad I keep in my pocket. Most people assume I’m deaf and get embarrassed or uncomfortable, as if deafness is contagious, but her expression doesn’t change.
As I walk away, I feel the weight of her gaze on my back.
I didn’t know your kind could read,
she says, her voice almost too low for me to hear.
Almost.
I keep my face still. So very still. But my fingers are trembling. If I had a voice, I’d tell her I wasn’t one of them, but it wouldn’t matter. She knows I’m not like her either.
* * *
The sun is just beginning to rise when I drive the van into a new housing development and park on one of the side streets. A neighbor called to report a possible flyaway in one of the unfinished houses, but I have a feeling it will be a false alarm because flyaways typically don’t roost in human-built structures. A regular human runaway maybe, and if so, there’s nothing I can do.
But I have to check it out nonetheless. I load my gun with darts and put a small case of extras in my pocket. A year ago I had to shoot one three times before she went down; they kept her at the school long enough to remove her wings and vocal chords and then sent her to the institution. Everyone would’ve been better off if her parents had had the in utero genetic testing done and aborted her when the results came back, but she was born before the laws went into effect.
I keep my steps light as I approach the house where the flyaway is supposed to be. Externally, the house looks almost complete, but when I step inside—the door makes hardly a sound—I see frames for the walls, an unfinished wood staircase, and not much else. It doesn’t take long to figure out that there’s no one