{"id":1164,"date":"2019-05-17T00:51:12","date_gmt":"2019-05-17T00:51:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/?p=1164"},"modified":"2019-05-16T00:55:50","modified_gmt":"2019-05-16T00:55:50","slug":"matter-by-r-c-weissenberg","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/2019\/05\/17\/matter-by-r-c-weissenberg\/","title":{"rendered":"Matter by R.C. Weissenberg"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

R.C. Weissenberg is a writer and artist who spends most of his time in the Southwestern United States. He enjoys sketching, playing guitar, and, most of all, reading obsessively. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n


Matter<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She stood on the upraised platform in the crowded room, wearing a yellow dress. On a table before her lay a frightening lump of flesh, squirming left and right, but unable to shift its position.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cA garish color,\u201d someone in the crowd said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            She pulled a knife from somewhere behind her and held it\nup to catch and radiate the single focused light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cYou\u2019d think she\u2019d have an advisor,\u201d another person commented.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            She held the knife still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cOr at least a mirror.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            She plunged the knife into the sudden writhing mass.\nBlood sprayed onto her dress, but little of it reached the audience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cRed on yellow\u2019s even worse.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            She held the mass down with her left hand and plucked out\nthe knife. The glob squirmed pathetically. Then she stabbed it once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cComplete lack of taste.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            She stabbed it again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cVulgar.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            Again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cIt\u2019s discouraging,\u201d somebody said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            She stabbed the mass until its slightest twitching\nceased. Without cleaning her hands, she picked up the hunk of flesh and tossed\nit into the crowd, where somebody caught it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cI hope the next one\u2019s better dressed,\u201d someone said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She left\nthe stage to mix with the crowd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cThat\u2019s what matters,\u201d came a faint reply.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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