Review: The Fugue

Al Kratz
Al Kratz
Sep 6, 2016 · 5 min read

He saw the last thing that would happen in his life: men knocking the trap door open to flood his eyes with terrible light. Faceless shadows moved toward him as a prayer poured from his body — he could see the land outside, the gray and brown winter plains, and the sun shimmering off the river, underwater grasses swaying in the gentle current. He saw the cherry trees that grew in his grandfather’s yard and the log table where his mother sat spitting pits into a cup, her fingers purple from cherry juice.

He came to the first moment when The Fugue let safety and clarity go. The music receded into painful confusion, mixed up and illogical time, a structure that seemed to move both forwards and backwards at once. The chaos felt improvised but drove forward with such authority that it seemed chaos might last forever, with no way out.

He climbed the stairs to the choir and sat in one of the pews, completely absorbed by the demented sound. Soon it began to change. The Monsignor realized the music wasn’t demented at all — it was now returning to a simple and clean shape.

The Coil

Literature to change your lightbulb.

Al Kratz

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Al Kratz

Al's novella-in-flash was recently short listed in the Bath Flash Fiction Award. His publications are listed at alkratz.blogspot.com.

The Coil

The Coil

Literature to change your lightbulb.