♝◦ Bishop’s Burden ◦♝ (short story, part one)


November 5 by The Running Son




♝◦ Bishop’s Burden ◦♝


Part One: Bishop

“In eliminating false dreams and maintaining collective ease, we fulfill the great commission of the AmeriPolice.”

Bishop pealed off his AmeriPolice issued PDT (Personal Data Tissue) and studied its surface luminosity. It shimmered opalescent yellow-grey. His target was obviously nearby, and the hardening polar-silks threaded into the toe of his AP issued moccasins confirmed clearly that it was a human frequency. This particular stretch of mud-block dwellings, vacated horse-ties and grime heaps was known for its concentration of border-punks, junkers and zone escapees—and worse: rogue artists and musicians. Raventown, as this 2 mile swath of indulgence and vagrancy was known, grew up at the southwestern-most base of the Wall of America, in the dim early days amidst the settling dusts and immense confusion following the Great Blast. Bishop could feel his fortune shifting to lighter tones even before the hexagonal shaped PDT, attached safely by Viscosity Regulating Bio-matter to the shoulder of his robe, confirmed his target’s proximity by resolving into creamy ocher, then drying stiffer than a wood chip.

Angus’s frequency was so pronounced it triggered frenzied vibrations in nearby Common Proximity Membranes, even when those rare civilian owned CPMs were grown for entirely different race or sex-prefs. Long before Angus entered an encampment or upper caste compound, skinny runners could be spotted abandoning their perches, wild-eyed, sprinting like spooked rabbits anxious to share the news of the slouched figure dragging his dark contraband up the road. Yes, he registered that loud. These menaces were why the AP existed.

True, Angus emitted a signature of such an odd metallic nature that it made Bishop’s cheeks pucker and rendered his PDT virtually unnecessary, but this Electro-Generated Refuse Trail was frankly a sun-send; according to the shadow on his wrist-dial, Bishop had little time before he had to return to general detail. The AP reported Angus was an artist of particular vulgarity; that he brushed his deep-staining tempura hieroglyphs in broad arrogant stokes across both cart and mule, and on private dwellings with zero regard for caste or status. It was said he picked, with cagey fast fingers and clever green eyes, a lamb-gut 6-string sound box, shameless of the Music Pollution Signature released among the dusty vagrant lined avenues and black markets populating the outskirts of the WoA. They said he carved lurid fictions into public trails where any traveling young Elite may stumble upon its de-virginizing imagery. They said Angus attracted crowds of delinquent artists over 100 thick when performing his strange emoti-plays, in which he apparently flailed and lurched with wild looks and frightening vacillations of vocal tenor, unnerving many a respectable Upperclassmen, and upsetting the meat-pigeons bordering the food compounds or perched sacredly around the thicket and thorn-secured Consumption Cages.

By wound and salve! He was an musician. That explained everything.

Under his breath, Bishop recited the AP creed: “This is my Bow. And this is my PDT. By these I am greater than the machines of old, and greater than the dreams that haunt hope. By Bow and PDT emission we maintain safety in our existence, or in our own membrane’s piercing we will be ripped asunder.”



Stay tuned for part two.




by Jim Aldrich (:

Written for the Poetry Question Daily Prompt: All digital technology has been shut down. Write a short-short story about how this would change daily life.


©2013 JimAldrich

All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

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13 thoughts on “♝◦ Bishop’s Burden ◦♝ (short story, part one)

  1. […]    The Running Father Blog. Jim Aldrich’s blog is a revelation.  His poetry and prose conjures subtle spiritual states with concision and flair. […]

  2. Wow Jim, typically I’m not a fan of sci-fi because it’s usually more science (and reality) than it is fiction but I am really enjoying this! Your subtle wit and humor really make the beginning of this story so enjoyable and engrossing!

    • I could count the sci-fi books I’ve read on one hand. I sometimes wonder if that lack of exposure helps me avoid sci-fi stereotypes. Anyways thanks Erik! Feels good to write short fiction.

      • Hey I think you’re on to something there Jim, because now that you mention it thats exactly what struck me about your story is that it lacked all the usual stereotypical sci-fi stuff I always see. I just love how you use the elongated scientific name for everyday items, almost as a jab at science fiction books themselves haha! Anyway can’t wait wait to read the next part!

        • You are giving me the encouragement I need. I rather like breaking poetry up with Short story… it is sorta like working a different set of creativity muscles. ^_^

          • thats true! I have been trying to get my poetry book done and off to the publisher so I can get it up for sale but I have also been starting a novel too. Its going to be slightly different though as its all a collection of decoded messages between two spies from rival countries that had fallen in love. Its definitely nothing like writing poetry haha!

            • Interesting. I had no idea. Also, I ran across a Suncloud stream of you reading one of your poems this morning. Quite by accident. Nice reading voice (=

            • Hahaha thanks Jim, yeah I used to use it quite a bit when I was in a poetry group on google+ and they had a spoken word contest but haven’t used it much lately!

            • You’ve been around for awhile it seems. Is Google+ worth the extra media management?

            • Hahaha I haven’t been around that long, maybe just over a year! Well for me Google+ was a welcomed distraction from being so lonely I wanted climb the walls so it was worth it for me when I did it but to be honest I couldn’t do both anymore so I stuck with my blog. I will say, I learned quite a bit over there and its definitely more interactive than it is here so it depends on what you’re wanting really.

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