The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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I interviewed Suzanne over the phone. She said this was the first time she ever the man whom she calls her “Crazy Uncle George”. She said George just showed up and knocked on her door one day and that was the first time she ever saw him. She also noted he drove a car he personally referred to as “The Thing”. Her parents never told her about George because they believed he was a bad influence and was very socially awkward. They said that George somewhat broke himself away from the family and became a loner. He never married and moved to California in his fifties.

I woke up in the morning to the scent of pancakes sizzling on the stove.

“Breakfast is ready,” I heard my mom say.

I rushed into the kitchen, excited to start the weekend. But before I could fill my plate, the doorbell rang.

“That’s strange,” my mom said. “I didn’t think we’d have visitors at this time of day. Suzanne, would you be a dear and get the door for me?”

“Of course,” I replied.

I walked up to the door and peered into the peephole to see who it was. No one I recognize to say the least. Maybe he’s a telemarketer? I opened the door to reveal a rather odd looking man. He wore a yellow suit jacket with an even more yellow tie and a sweater as an undershirt. He also wore blue and green striped shorts and black socks that went past his knees. His dress shoes were yellow like his tie and one of the laces was undone.

“Who are you?” I asked, unsure how else to possibly respond.

“Why, I’m your Uncle George. I jus’ figgered I’d come down tuh see you and the fam ‘cause I wuz in the neighborhood. Ya’know, see how you’s doing.”

I took a couple steps back and squinted at the man unsure if I should believe him or not. My mother overheard us talking and rushed to the front door. She put her arm around me and pulled me closer to her.

“George! What an… unexpected surprise.” She began eyeballing his strange outfit, seemingly uneasy at his unexpected arrival. “How have you been?”

“I’m alright. I jus’ stopped by to say hi, so hi,” he said while fumbling his fingers.

“…Why don’t you come in George,” my mom offered. “I’m making tea if you want any.”

“Naw tha’s okay sis,” he said while shuffling his feet. “I don’t wanna be a bother, so I guess I’ll get goin’ now. B’sides, I gots work tuh do. I’ll see y’all later.”

He turned around and strolled back to his car, which was probably about as odd as he. It was that same yellow color with a black roof and a license plate marked “The Thing”. The only window on the entire car was the plastic windshield. The rest were covered by pieces of a dull brown tarp. The wheels had faded black tires with shining white walls and off-white hubcaps that made the rims look blurry. He started up the car and the engine let out a loud roar, and a puff of black smoke covered our driveway. He puttered alongside the street and ventured off into the distance.

An Unexpected Guest

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Late 1970s
Suzanne's House

I interviewed Suzanne over the phone. She said this was the first time she ever the man whom she calls her “Crazy Uncle George”. She said George just showed up and knocked on her door one day and that was the first time she ever saw him. She also noted he drove a car he personally referred to as “The Thing”. Her parents never told her about George because they believed he was a bad influence and was very socially awkward. They said that George somewhat broke himself away from the family and became a loner. He never married and moved to California in his fifties.

Tags: crazy man
Decade: 1970s
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Recorded by Dylan Hogeland on June 7, 2018
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