EARLY MORNING, GREY PINES Short fiction by SCOTT C. MARTIN
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EARLY MORNING,
GREY PINES
Short fiction by
SCOTT C. MARTIN
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Early Morning, Grey Pines – 2010 - Written by Scott C. Martin
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s. Jenkins had a feeling. Behind the circulation
desk, she focused on checking in the overnight
books as she did every morning. She couldn'tescape the nagging suspicion, however, that her quiet
morning was about to be disrupted.
She was usually right, and it usually happened the same
way, so she couldn't help but let a sigh escape when she heard
the door of the Grey Pines city library rush open. A warm
breeze, swept over the great plains, followed.
Cue the gasp, thought Ms. Jenkins.
A man standing in the doorway wheezed in a great breath.
Cue the muffled sob.
The man covered his mouth and stifled a shuddering,
emotional exhalation.
M
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Ms. Jenkins cracked her arthritic knuckles, and smoothed
out the front of her floral-print dress. She hadn't had to
endure one of these visits for some months. With June freshly
begun, however, the summer season was sure to bring more
of them.
The visitor was in his late thirties or early forties, and was
nicely groomed (as they all tended to be). The grey flecks at
his temples belied a boylike face. As was usual for these
visitors, thought Ms. Jenkins, he seemed even more boylike
with his face filled with awe and wonder."Have you been to the watertower yet?" said Ms. Jenkins,
realizing that she would be shattering his moment of inspired
reverie.
The man turned his head sharply, as if genuinely
surprised to see another person in the library. "Yes, I just
came from there."
"I remember him as a little boy, always climbing that
damned thing," said Ms. Jenkins, turning her eyes back to her
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stacks of books. "He wasn't kidding when he wrote about
that."
The man approached the circulation desk. "I wanted to
climb it, too."
"The security fence went up a few years ago, so we've
had fewer accidents since then." Ms. Jenkins looked up at the
man, arching her eyebrow.
"It's just as beautiful as he described it," whispered the
man. Ms. Jenkins could see from the man's damp cheeks that
he'd probably been reliving his childhood all morning. Ishould be more gentle, she thought. After all these years, I
should really be more gentle.
Behind her, from the administrative office, a loud rip of
celluloid tape sounded through the door. Ms. Jenkins knew
that fans of the town's most famous former resident weren't
dangerous, but she was happy nonetheless that her younger
assistant was in the back, repairing books. She liked not being
alone.
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"Let me show you around," said Ms. Jenkins.
She walked slowly around the desk, the tall man inching
nervously around while he waited.
"What was he like?" said the man.
"What was who like?" said Ms. Jenkins.
"Why, Arch Weston, of course!"
Grey Pines was memorialized in loving, intimate detail in
Arch Weston's stories of the fantastic, well known to science
fiction and fantasy fans who grew up during the fifties and
sixties. The fictional Hadley Town was a street-for-streetreplica of Grey Pines, with the watertower and library
figuring most prominently.
"He was an ass," said Ms. Jenkins. She smiled at the
visitor. "But he was an inspired ass.""I don't believe that," said the man, appearing though he'd
been punched in the solar plexus.
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"It's all right. Would you believe me if I told you
Hemingway was a jerk, too?"
"You knew Hemingway?" said the visitor, stopping.
"No, but that's what I read," said Ms. Jenkins, stopping in
the middle of the most open area of the library. In the
octagonal structure of the small building, the stacks were
arranged like blades of a fan; from the center of the library,
nearly every window could be seen between the great
shelves.
After fifty years, thought Ms. Jenkins, it's still somethingto behold. Predictably, the visitor gasped again.
"My God, it's the wheel of knowledge!" said the visitor.
"The very mill of time, and we're in center of the hub!"
"You're referring to The Axis, I assume," said Ms.
Jenkins, name-checking one of Arch Weston's most famous
stories.
In The Axis, a lone astronaut flies into the far reaches of
space, his only diversion a central, rotating library in the
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center of the starship. As dimentia overtakes him, the
astronaut imagines himself at the outer edge of all
knowledge, and he struggles to reach the center.
Weightlessness has atrophied his muscles, however, and the
artificial gravity of the hub is the only thing keeping him
from reaching the center. The struggle becomes a poeticodyssey in the mind of a lonely, crazy man who has read
thousands of books in his years of solitude.
"Yes! What's in the center... the answer is here, isn't it?"
said the man.Ms. Jenkins stepped to one of the shelves and grabbed a
book. "The answer is... Horticulture for Dummies. Yes, I
suppose that lonely astronaut could have used that book."
The visitor, undaunted, slowly pivoted on his heel, taking
in the sum of the panoramic view. "You can see the water
tower from here," he said.
"Yes, you can see virtually everything in the city limits
from here," said Ms. Jenkins. "Including the water tower."
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The stranger thumbed a paperback protruding from his
jacket pocket. "The Passenger," he said.
"Not one of my favorites, actually," said Ms. Jenkins. "I
never bought that a bookish boy, running from bullies, would
be able to hide use a water tower to hide from them. I always
thought that climbing up a tall structure tended to make one
more visible."
"I figured it was just a narrative tool," said the visitor,
surprising Ms. Jenkins with his sudden coherence. "The
important part of the story is how he tries to contact the aliencivilization, to get picked up in a flying saucer to take him
away from...."
"From this fine city?" interrupted Ms. Jenkins. "From the
pack of young jocks constantly hassling him? Why doesn't
anybody think that story is simply about the bullies? Or
arson?"
The man looked away. At the end of The Passenger, the
bullies set the water tower alight with the boy on top of it.
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They didn't actually believe that a water tower could burn,
but merely hoped to scare the boy. But burn it did. After the
fire brigade put out the flames, they aren't able to find any
trace of the bookish boy. He is never seen in Hadley Town
again.
"Because the aliens rescue him, and that's the critical
point of the story," said the visitor.
"People have actually done doctoral theses on what
happens at the end of that story," said Ms. Jenkins. "How can
you be so sure that's what happened?"Across the library, the tape dispenser rattled loudly.
Another book needed repair.
"Well," said the visitor, searching for a defense, "did you
ever ask him what happened?"
"Weston? No. I'd sooner ask my dentist what happens at
the end of a tooth extraction. Nothing could be more
obvious."
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The man shifted in place. Ms. Jenkins sighed. "Look,
Arch Weston was just a kid. A picked-on kid. Then he
became a man. A formerly picked-on man. It's to be expected
that his revenge fantasies were a little goofy."
"Revenge fantasies? But he loved this town," said the
visitor.
"Sure he did," said Ms. Jenkins, her voice softening. "He
really did."
"I've never loved anything the way Arch Weston loved
this town," said the man, swallowing, "except his books.They made me feel less alone. They made me feel like
someone knew what I was experiencing." He looked at Ms.
Jenkins, his eyes moist.
"Well, we get that a lot here," said Ms. Jenkins. "Don't
mind me, kid. No one can ever take that away from you. Not
even Arch Weston's old librarian." She patted the man's
shoulder warmly.
"Thank you," said the vistitor under his breath.
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"I suppose you want to see the seat. Everybody does."
The man nodded. Weston wrote most of his early stories
from a particular library seat in a ritual documented in Words
In The Belfry, his book of collected essays. In the essay,
Weston described a simple desk in the sunlight, far away
from the circulation desk.
Ms. Jenkins didn't have to show the visitor. From the axis
of the stacks, the hub of all knowledge, the desk was quite
obvious.
Tucked against a window, the table was as simple as ithad been described. Two wooden chairs, beaten and
scratched, sat on either side of the table. The man approached
the chair, Ms. Jenkins at his heels. A small plaque had been
fastened to the wall next to the desk, reading: "The home of
Arch Weston's best ideas."
"It's beautiful," said the man, running his fingers over the
top of the chair. "Thank you."
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"Stay as long as you like," said Ms. Jenkins, "and enjoy
your stay in Grey Pines."
The man nodded and sat down slowly as Ms. Jenkins
returned to her circulation desk.
"Oh, Miss?" said the visitor. Ms. Jenkins stopped. "You
don't happen to know where he lives now do you?"
"He keeps a residence in Los Angeles now," said Ms.
Jenkins, continuing on her way.
At the circulation desk, she grabbed the next book on her
pile and checked it into the computer. She noted thetownspeople's names as they flashed on the screen, names she
had known all her life. The books reflected patterns of taste
that never seemed to change.
Ms. Higby returned another mystery.
Sully Thompson wanted to know how to repair a
lawmower motor.
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Mr. Bothan had just enjoyed Pride and Prejudice for the
umpteenth time.
The computer beeped at the next book, indicating an
overdue return. Ms. Jenkins looked at the book. Words in the
Belfry by Arch Weston had arrived two days past its due date.
She looked at the borrower's name, sighed, and marched back
into the library office. Her assistant ripped another piece of
tape out of the dispenser.
"An ethical dilemma," said Ms. Jenkins, pulling the door
closed behind her. "Do I charge a late fee on a book when theauthor himself has returned it late?"
"Depends," said Arch Weston, applying tape carefully to a
ripped anthology. "Is that author still bringing tourist money
to his flea-bit home town, or is the town librarian scaring all
of the tourists off?"
"Ass," said Ms. Jenkins.
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"Don't blow my cover," said Weston without peering up
from his work. "I can't write unless I'm sitting back here
undisturbed, you know."
"Get your work done and we don't have a problem, do
we?" said Ms. Jenkins, opening the door.
"Just because I'm twenty years younger than you doesn't
mean this is any easier for an old man," said Weston. "And
they don't make books as tough as they used to."
"You don't write as well as you used to, and yet I still let
you work here," whispered Ms. Jenkins. "It's all relative, Ithink."
She turned to leave, then stopped. Stepping back in the
office, she closed the door again.
"Hey, what did happen to that kid on the water tower?"
asked Ms. Jenkins.
"He was picked up by aliens and taken away from this
fine city," said Arch Weston, smiling up from the half-