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Common Use
by Jay Wilburn
“I don’t understand why we are
here.”
The older gentleman in the
driver’s seat adjusted his fedora and scanned through the pages of his ledger.
“If you understood, you wouldn’t be riding along to learn, would you now,
compatriot.”
The younger man in the passenger’s
seat peered through the windshield of the parked car at the battered, silver
trailer. He saw the eclectic, folk art around the grassless lawn and a windmill
that appeared nonfunctional in the desert wind.
“We are eliminating obsolete words
for the next edition. Is the fellow that lives in this domicile an expert on
lexicon?”
The driver closed his ledger and
placed it on the broiling dashboard. “He’s a hold out, a hold over.”
“I don’t understand, sir.”
“You are quite the ingénue, ain’t
ya?”
The young man wiped at the sweat
gathering in his collar. “We learn through inquiry, sir. I’ll wait in silence
if that serves you better.”
“Touché, son, touché,” the elder
leaned back and blinked the sweat out of his eyes. “Every year we have new
entries for the dictionary. Changes in technology and ridiculous slang have to
be added to sell the print editions and now online searches powered by
commercial ads. Did you ever think the dictionary would be subject to
commercials?”
“Never could have imagined, sir,”
the younger man looked out his side window.
He saw a dusty bus parked at the
edge of the property. It had an open top and sides with benches that crossed
all the way over with no center aisle. He wondered if that would be cooler in
the desert than sitting in the parked car. He also wondered what a tour bus
ride through open desert would reveal.
“Me either. Me either,” the older
man continued, “Also, self-important authors take it upon themselves to
bastardize the language and invent new words where old classics would do their
tripe works just fine. Every writer now thinks he is Poe, Shakespeare, or
Winfrey and the English language is their playground.”
The younger man noticed a small
plane behind the trailer. Sand had blown across the short runway. The craft did
not appear airworthy.
The older man held out his hands
in front of him over the steering wheel. “We have more words, but no extra
money, so arcane words must be quietly eliminated.”
“Yes, sir, I understand our job,”
the young man undid two buttons on his dress shirt and loosened his tie. “Why
are we not back in the office instead of out here at a hermit’s trailer.”
“Well, then, I guess you do not
understand the job at all,” the older man countered.
He reached back over the seat and
brought an older edition of the company’s print dictionary over to the front in
between them. The letters on the battered cover faded to near illegibility. The
pages of the thick volume frayed at the antiqued, gilded edges. The older man
rapped his knuckle on the cover thrice.
The younger man sighed and waited
for the lesson to continue.
“It’s always the old codgers,” the
older man explained looking down at the thick tome. “They hold on to vestiges
of language for their own pedantic joy that we need to clear for the bottom
line. They engage the Internet solely to correct strangers’ grammar, advance
conspiracy theory, and to write us angry letters about our disdain for
tradition. Dealing with these curmudgeons is part of the elimination process.”
The younger man finally used the
hand crank to crack his window without asking. The dry air outside did feel
hotter than the stuffy car. The older man seemed not to notice.
“Sir, did this man write us a
letter?”
“No, he is something worse,” the
older man’s voice dropped to a whisper. “He is a hold out, a hold over. He
continues to use obsolete words infecting them in the minds of others as we are
trying to quietly push them out of the lexicon.”
“Like what, sir?”
“He is the last one in America
calling his airstrip an aerodrome and he calls that eye sore bus a charabanc.
Both words are on the block this year and we need him to let go.”
The younger man squinted and
started to speak, but his elder continued after a breath.
“Not so immediate, but as a bonus,
he calls his blog The Brabble and
refers to his mental health treatment as alienism. So here we are.”
The older man opened the cover of
the dictionary. It was hollowed out in the middle. He handed the roll of duct
tape to his younger partner. He lifted out the clippers and trench knife for
himself.
“Sir, what the hell?”
“We have to obtain his tongue for
the company before we deal with the body. Have the tape ready as soon as I have
it. Your first time will be easier out here in the desert.”
“I can’t do this. I won’t.”
“Son, if you are not useful, you
are obsolete. You can start walking now and make me do this myself, but I will
catch up to you. The company sent you out here for your first time for that
reason too. What will it be?”
“Is this necessary?”
“Dictionaries are serious
business. Leave the tape on the hood, if you decide to run.”
The older man removed the keys
from the ignition and stepped out of the car. The younger man looked down at
the space in the false volume. He looked back through the windshield where the
older man knocked on the door to the trailer. He held his hat in place against
the wind. The door opened slightly and he threw his weight into it disappearing
inside. The fedora tumbled off his head and bounded across the sandy lot.
The younger man exhaled as he made
his decision. He lifted the roll of tape and opened his door.
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Jay Wilburn lives with his wife and two sons in beautiful Conway, South Carolina by day and writes horror by night. He has not set aside time for sleep yet, but he is hoping to add it in the near future.
Jay Wilburn is featured in THE BEST HORROR OF THE YEAR vol 5 with editor Ellen Datlow.
Jay Wilburn is a featured author with Hazardous Press at the 2013 World Horror Convention in New Orleans June 13-16. He is also a panelist on THE RULES OF GENRE WRITING at this convention.
Jay Wilburn is a faetured author on the Dark and Bookish authors tour and documentary.
His debut novel, Loose Ends, was published with Hazardous Press. Time Eaters is his new novel coming in November of 2013
Check out his website here.
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