A little post-Emmy sunshine...

[cmk418]

So this is the Keller thing.

By the way, there are 393 words so far and I haven't even gotten into the story yet.  These little interactions between Keller and other folks take place throughout so it'll be even longer when it's done.  I think I'll have no problem making the 1000 word minimum.  

 

ADMITTING

Keller opened his eyes and stared, not at the ceiling, but at the floor. Was this a dream? He was still here. Only not "here", he thought, because if he was still in Oz, Toby would be by his side. But there was no Toby, no one here holding his hand, no tears or sad little sighs. He was alone.

He looked down at the floor, patterns so familiar, yet he’d only seen them a time or two in the past five years. Admitting. That was it. He was hurt, he had fallen, and they brought him to admitting? Where was Beecher? McManus? Doctor Nathan?

Keller straightened up. There was no pain. He tried different things, moved his head from side to side, arched his back, nothing. He did not like this. Not one bit. A twinge right now, anything, would be useful. Just to let him know that he was...

The door opened. A voice boomed out, "Your sponsor will be here in a minute."

Keller knew that voice. "Holy shit. Metzger."

The CO smiled. "Not surprised to see you here, buddy. Not after Vern came through. Good to know the Brotherhood still takes care of its own."

"This wasn’t one of your Nazi playmates."

"Beecher?"

Keller stared down at his hands. "In a way, yeah."

"Shit. That guy is one crazy fuck. You should’ve seen how he let loose on me. I wouldn’t have known the guy had it in him."

"You know it’s always the quiet ones. You never see it coming."

"Keller. That denial thing you’ve got going – well, you’ll get bored with that pretty soon."

"I tell you what happened and you accuse me-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Like I said, your sponsor should be here fairly soon."

"Why do I need a sponsor?"

"It’s just the way it works." Metzger glanced at his clipboard and started to laugh.

"What’s so funny?" asked Keller, rising to his feet.

"Got to love that karma. It seems to have fucked everyone that’s been in here. Some guy I’d put the nightstick to in Ad Seg showed me around this place. But you, man, I’d love to know who you pissed off to get in this situation."

"What situation? I’m getting out of here." Keller moved toward the door as it opened.

"Christopher Keller, your sponsor," said Metzger, laughing as he left.

TO BE CONTINUED....