Extras: When The Rain Set In: Rudolph In Conversation With Herself
Extras: bonus content to complement the works in our issues: commentary, stories, interviews, and more.
If you’ve read the story ‘Maelstrom’ by Stephen Coates, you’ll know why we chose it. If you haven’t, you’re in for a treat. As one of our editors said, “the more I read it, the more I loved it”.
Headland alumnus Allan Drew chatted to Stephen about his story and Stephen has produced this fascinating coda to his story, a conversation by one of his characters with herself. We get a peek into the mind of Rudolph. Something Extra, if you will.
Stephen Coates comes from Christchurch but is currently living in Japan. He has had a few (very few, OK, three) stories published in Landfall and Takahe.
When The Rain Set In: Rudolph In Conversation With Herself
Are we going to light the candle tonight?
I’m not bothered. It’s not the same, is it?
I guess. So, good day?
No. Yeah. Sort of. Same old.
Jeez, tell me how you really feel.
Shut your face. Anyway, you were there.
I’m going to light the candle.
But you’ve got to promise, no Elton John.
Scritch of a match, brief flare in the darkness, pale flame wavering in the draught.
Actually, I thought it was fun.
You? You never think anything’s fun.
That’s not true.
You haven’t had fun since.
Since when? Go on, say it.
Bugger. All right then, since this afternoon.
Told you so.
Rustle of plastic, as of a packet of biscuits. Or chocolate. Honey-roasted peanuts. Dried banana.
We had a conversation.
Yeah, I guess we did.
Almost a conversation.
With a senile old man and a drunk guy.
Though he did give us beer.
See? That counts.
I wouldn’t get carried away, though.
What do you mean?
I bet tomorrow will be crap again.
Sigh. And another sigh. Click of bottle against glass. Or perhaps not.
You’re probably right.
I usually am.
You asked for it.
Here it comes. I can feel it.
No, you promised.
And it seems to me.
That you lived your life.
Like a candle in the wind.
Read Stephen’s story ‘Maelstrom’ in Issue 11.