I have talked before about the characteristics my favorite stories tend to have in common. One is "heightened language," by which I mean that the words do something more than just get you from the beginning to the end of the tale. Usually that means high-falutin' talk, but in this case, it is the flat, declarative sentences that Bilgrey uses to ground us in a bizarre tale.
Stevens asked Jack if he knew what time it was. Jack shrugged and said that he thought it was about ten thirty. Stevens told him it was eleven and that the store opened at ten. Stevens frowned and said that had this been an isolated incident...
Jack dreams of a creepy clown. He has done it all his life: a recurring nightmare of a clown who chases him and tries to strangle him. This has ruined his life, destroying his sleep, which loses him jobs, ruins relationships, etc. Various treatments have been no help at all.
A friend suggests a hypnotist who helps him find the root of the problem: an actual assault when he was seven. With some clever research he figures out who that clown had been. Now, what to do about it?
It might be time to remember the old saying, supposedly from Confucius, about what you should do before you seek revenge...
