Friday, December 12, 2008

Fiction Friday #3

The ground was hard, frozen by the touch of the season’s first frost. A frigid air had blown the last of the stubborn leaves off the trees, leaving nature’s retreating message on the Dogwoods, crossed out in black lines on the bark. Evelyn left the maps in the car, and followed Jeff onto the old asylum property, now partially a park. It was the beginning of the afternoon, the time of year when darkness falls early.

As she took a small notepad and a pen out of her jacket pocket, a pack of gum fell out.
“So the town of King’s Park used to be called St. Johnland in the 1800’s?” Evelyn asked, brushing off the pack to offer Jeff a piece.

Jeff took two strips of gum, and stuffed them sloppily into his mouth, then proceeded to chew like a llama Evelyn once saw at a petting zoo in Yaphank. “He’s so freaking weird.” she thought. There was always something quirky about the way he looked at her, that made her uneasy, even back in grad school.

“Yes,” he continued, laughing nervously, in 1885, this land that we’re standing on, plus about 600 acres was home to a working farm attached to King's County Asylum. At first the site was chosen for the overflow of mental patients in NYC hospitals, with the belief that country air was beneficial, but between 1885 and 1895, this place grew overcrowded too. In 1900, the site officially became a state mental hospital called King's Park Psychiatric Center. Over the years the name changed to King's Park Hospital, which closed at the end of 1996. At that time the remaining 1300 patients were transferred to Pilgrim State Hospital.”

“And when Pilgrim State closed, many of those patients became homeless, living in the streets of many towns across Long Island,” Evelyn added.

Jeff nodded. “Sadly, that is true. Let’s take a walk to one of the old wards. Follow me.” On unofficial “museum curator business,” Jeff seemed to have unspoken rights to the property, and he knew how to get into the boarded up buildings.

Evelyn traced his steps through the overgrown brush to a large building, standing silent and sealed like a mausoleum.

“This is ward 122. It was built around 1890.” Jeff pulled off a loose board off the bottom of a first floor window. He placed it against a knotty tree and made a gesture of mock grandeur. “After you, Madame.”
Evelyn hesitated. Going into an abandoned building with a strange person is not advisable, but she was obsessed with this place, and the story attached. So she climbed in the hole. They found themselves in a long hall. The walls were cracked with powder blue paint peeling like dry skin. “Don’t breathe too much,” joked Jeff, “there’s asbestos.”

Evelyn was too absorbed to care. She followed dusty footprints into a large center room, pulling her phone out of her jacket pocket to take some pictures. Evelyn felt this impromptu tour was giving her a clearer understanding of the ledger, like newly discovered pieces of a puzzle that were filling in the gaps. In her mind’s eye she saw the room as it was in the time of St. Johnland.

Men in chairs near the fireplace, sitting crumpled over, some rocking, all staring down at their feet, mute. The next thing she knew, Jeff was slamming closed the ancient door to the large room, and turning towards her, his eyes dark.

Pictures are from online archives. To Be Continued Next Friday...Click on the label: Asylum Project for the other pieces of the story. Your comments on this fun and interesting fiction piece are much appreciated!


Putz said...

my boy has scizphrenia and spent eight mouths on a food tube not taking anything into his mouth...i retired early at age 63 so i could take care of him...he does well, can't really hold down a full time job but does excellent carpentry work...go back into my blog and see the cabin he built...he has a thing about working closely bty people , he thinks they watch him and of course they do watch himm, but he doesn't like it...also still at times gets himself into a caatonic stare wghich freeks people out

Loren Christie said...

I saw that cabin, Mr.'s impressive. Your son is very talented. What strikes me as important about this story idea is that in this medical ledger that I found, so many people who struggled with mental illness were kind of lost in the world because had no one to take care of them. Although the hospitals are much better than they were in the time of King's County, people still don't understand this kind of illness.

The Koala Bear Writer said...

AAAAAH! Way to leave us hanging!!! :)

A thought: follow the link to C J Darlington's blog on my blog, as she just posted an article by James Scott Bell about suspense. It may help you...

I love your first paragraph - great description!

Loren Christie said...

I know, I HATE when writers do what I just did! Thank you for the feedback, my furry little friend, Koala...I will take a look!

Brad partner of Muffy and Book Critic said...

It is clear that you are writing a suspense drama with a tale of drama/comedy/tragedy. I am waiting for Jeff and Evelyn to make-out, I think this will attract your sophomoric audience. Good luck!
P.S. I have clearly lost the mental capacity to get anthing constructive done at work!

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