The room was lifeless except for the eerie flashing lights from below. Christmas. Snow. Talus thought of the beach. His grandmother always wanted to go to the beach. Kept insisting to Talus that the sun, sand, and water would be just the elixir he needed. He said he loved the city. The grime and dullness kept him focused on his music. The beach would only distract him. Talus watch the motionless world outside his window. Then it started. The incessant clanging of the bell. Looking out the window only made it worse. The blind man was raising money for the Salvation Army. Talus needed salvation from the bell. He dressed and walked slowly down the stairs, out into the street and stood in front of the blind man.
"Please, if I give you $100 dollars will you go away and stop with the bell ringing?"
"Darkness is cheap" replied the blind man. "And Scrooge liked it."
"No really. I will go insane if you continue with this incessant bell ringing."
"Humbug!"
"Okay, if that's what you want." Talus reached for the bell, the blind man jerked his hand away and yelled for the police. Talus knocked over the kettle running away. As he ran he heard people shouting behind him.
"Hey you ass-hole!"
"Really? Trying to rob the Salvation Army?"
Talus ran into the cemetery. "Appropriate," he thought.
He turned to see if anyone actually was pursuing him and to his surprize, two guys were following him. As he turned he hit the corner of a grave, lost his balance, and nearly impaled himself on a small rusted cross protruding from a small headstone. The cross instead nicked his coat and only scratched his ribs. He looked at the grave stone.
Anna Fugue May she rest in peace.
"Peace, peace, peace. Mother I need peace."
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