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An Appointment with Mr. Vield

Year: 2006
Type: article
Abstract: An Appointment with Mr. Vield / Jennifer Foreman "Let me in Ellen!"The man stood like a rat in the dark.Eyes the cold blue of a cadaver's lips peered through the window at my mother.My forest green eyes watched from a spot in an armchair, my painted fingernails digging into it.My mother moved frantically around the room, her dark chestnut hair flying about.She turned to me unsure of what to say or do, and our eyes locked for a moment.The usual warm brown of her eyes turned into bottomless pools of despair."Go away Jake!"She then threw a few crumpled dollars out the window to appease him.He slipped his hands around them and spoke softly through the window saying, "Woe to you, sinners, on the day of strong anguish, ye who afflict the righteous and burn them with fire .Ye shall be requited according to your works."With that he turned and slinked away into the night.He would return again, I knew it.A few measly dollars was like giving a lock of hair to the devil when he asked for your soul.It wasn't enough and he'd be back for the rest later.My insides seemed to alight in flame scorching me.A need unlike any other attached itself to my very being.I would have to kill Jakob Yield.. As I drove home to my dad's house that night I thought of Jakob.Charming, a politician in torn jeans and a grungy T-shirt, he spoke with soft syllables and a Cheshire cat smile.He loved to quote the Book of Enoch from the Old Testament to anyone who would listen.Jakob's seeming faith cloaked him in sheep's clothing, hiding his true form from others.My mother met him when I was eleven.Her marriage to my father disintegrating and the beginnings of a Home Shopping Network debt overwhelming her, she longed for an escape.Jakob handed it to her in the form of tan powder.Methamphetamine, a dragon among drugs, could
Author: Jennifer E. Foreman
Language: English
Open Access status: green
OpenAlex ID: W2340569062
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