Mills and the Sugar God, a Strange and Terrible Saga
May 4th, 2005 by hjlDidn’t see Mills’ name on the expected attendees list for this weekend, but thought I would share this bit of writing anyway…
In the radioactive glow of early evening in New Hampshire, the mercury vapor arc lamps slowly begin switching on among the ivy-covered buildings of the two-hundred-year-old school. The Academy building clock strikes seven times from its tower, reverbrating across the quadrangle as it has twice every day since the building was built on the burned-out ruins of its predecessor.
A single form emerges from the shadow of an ancient hall into the northeastern corner of the quad. The hard orange light flashes off his steel glasses and turns his complexion and his plaid jacket the same overcooked-turnip shade of yellow. The setting sun and the arc lamps light him alternately orange and yellow as he begins weaving between the long rows of brick columns supporting the front of the adminstrative building.