“My brother had this record.” I tell the shop girl which one. And she, hair vinyl black, remembers him, his music a mystery only to me.
She pulls the record, places it on the turntable, and drops the needle. Drumming dark waves break across me, a guitar pierces inside me behind rotting boards, and there, narrow void space filled with alien architecture, a nest. One yellowjacket crawls out, vibrating. Then another. And soon, again, my brother’s face boils with their yellow-and-black bodies.
Under the buzz and screams, the needle skips, and the shop girl says, “Music brings memories, doesn’t it?”
C. O. Davidson’s work has appeared in Cemetery Gates, Georgia Gothic, Dark Moon Digest, and Dark Ink’s collection Generation X-ed. She has also co-edited Monsters of Film, Fiction, and Fable, a collection of scholarly essays. She is a founding member of the Atlanta Chapter of the Horror Writers Association and a board member for Broadleaf Writers Association. You can find her on Twitter as @colearydavidson.
Good work, Crystal!
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