A Eubie Blake Flash Tale*
Eubie rode the subway downtown on weekday mornings even though he’d last worked for Banality of Evil Inc. four years earlier. He thought it was four years at any rate. Time was elusive since time had become other than what he remembered, a world where vampires were his friends and rather than short selling commodities he peddled necrotizing flesh like Hell’s butcher.
The last stop before the financial district was the Grand Hall. It hadn’t changed but for the murals which depicted a national history he knew he didn’t learn in school though everyone around him seemed quite comfortable with it. Eubie stopped to ponder an intricate portrait of the March on Washington that took place the year he remembered being born. The Mall was awash in reds and greens. Red blood and Army khaki. Photographic in detail Eubie found himself choking back a warm lump of bile and looking around as the few people who rode the trains as earlier as he did hurried past without a glance.
His own eyes burned as bloodshot as the bodies when faint strains of a classical tune he knew but whose dead composer slid just past his tongue tugged his attention toward the tunnels leading back down to the platforms.
Violin? No, viola, Dad, how could you not know the sounds of a viola?
That little girl’s image was tattooed on the used to be side of the dual screen deep in his cerebellum. Once he was certain he carried years worth of photos of her in his wallet. Now the only thing in his wallet, aside from a disturbing amount of cash stamped with likeness of dead presidents he didn’t always recognize, was a state mandated i.d. – chip-less because despite the equally mandatory prison farm sentence – it was just the way he rolled through this brave new existence. He could afford it.
Following the soft, insistent melody Eubie tried to remember the last time he’d been to see the Philharmonic. Zoey had season tickets but when she was in a snit she’d drag along one of her stiff vamp friends making sure he knew. Zoey was an old friend, a new lover and someone like himself who seemed to remember there was another time before the present one. She was also a vampire which had been Eubie’s first clue that life was amiss. Zoey was as beautiful and enticing as ever but not nearly as robust and ruddy with life and not nearly as obsessed with his inner thighs then as now.
“I have always loved a man with a good leg,” she’d said when he pointed out the differences.
“Did I have a good leg then?”
“When?” she asked.
Vampires had the attention span of a dog in an aviary. Zoey used hers to great advantage.
Short of the severely sloping floor that ran up to the turnstiles, he saw her. Sitting on a collapsible stool and propped up a bit by the tiled wall, her head tilted to the right and holding the viola lightly with her chin and graying cheek. Her skirted legs splayed in a manner most unladylike and had her legs not been covered with the first signs of mottling, Eubie would have been sorely tempted to bend a bit to sneak a peek.
“Duo in G Major? ” Eubie asked as he approached.
Unusual for one so involved in craft and decomposition, she nodded though it was more of an off tempo lolling of the head from side to side. It was a difficult piece for someone whose fingers weren’t near gelatinous and being sawed slowly off by the strings. Eubie admired pluck when he encountered it. He rocked back and forth from heel to toe and hummed along until instinct, and his appraiser’s eye, took over. He noted the youthful plump smoothness of skin that hadn’t yet to visibly succumb and the sureness of tone and pace in the music.
He reached into his jacket pocket for the phone to post a quick listing when a young suit walked between him and the dead musician. Eubie enjoyed catching shadowy glimpses of his former self from time to time but as the fellow continued by without a glance to right or left as all attention was honed on the blue-tooth and his own vacuous words, Eubie passed the phone and gently fingered the frequency jammer he never left his apartment without.
The infant businessman stopped in mid-word and stride and tapped quizically and than angrily on the hard black plastic protruding from his ear.
“Damn,” he said and continued on as he appeared to have caught the clatter of a coming train.
“Philistine,” Eubie said to the former girl who was finished and half-staring at him, her arms limp and the bow and viola balancing precariously on her thighs.
He walked a step closer, but no more. It looked hungry. He dropped a hundred dollar note in the open viola case that was well within her lunging range, but she watched him dully with seeming interest.
“Have a nice lunch on me,” Eubie told her.
*I write Eubie stories under the pen name of Christie Cox. This is an original flash fiction piece written especially for #fridayflash and it is the fourth Eubie Blake story I have written this summer. My inspiration will be obvious to a few who read my blog regularly and complete a mystery to others. I am currently waiting on a Eubie short story I have submitted to a spec fiction magazine. I am 50/50 hopes wise. Zombies are a hard genre because they are hard to make original because as a story there is not much by way of undiscovered country.
15 thoughts on “Eubie Blake #fridayflash”
Evocative description here. I particularly like the description of the violin playing, some striking and disturbing images. Nice stuff.
Thanks. I like the viola descriptions too. That part came together slowly but picked up speed.
A very enjoyable piece. Eubie’s world is close to my heart. I even bump into a few zombies and vampires now and again!
I don’t doubt that you do.
Very smooth read. I was piecing together the main character’s world as I read – and I was able to do so with the hints you dropped here and there, without having to go into great expository detail.
Yeah, I didn’t want to tell anything and I enjoy piecing things together as a read, so often I write that way.
Zombies… you are after my heart. Great piece. I am going to have to read back thru the other Eubie stories. I look forward to reading more
I don’t have any other Eubie stories up on the web for the moment. I have a short that might go up soon but I have my fingers crossed for another that is being read by a magazine right now.
Welcome to our #FridayFlash group. I appreciated the insertion of the link to “Duo in G Major.” My favorite line: “Vampires had the attention span of a dog in an aviary.” Nice juxtaposition of the life of zombies and vampires to the normal dude who walks around like a zombie with that bluetooth shoved in his ear.
As you say, it’s hard to get original with zombies, but you did a good job of it here. Welcome to the #fridayflash.
I love creepy stories and, as an earlier comment stated, the pacing was great. Thanks for joining the #fridayflash!
This is a nice piece. I loved the pacing; steady, not harried, not frantic. Very good storytelling, IMO.
this is delightful! and the protagonist? i seem to know him… why, it’s Captain Jammer!