A cool breeze swept out of the nearby hills. Summer\u2019s death rattle. We lingered in the playground across the field from the Great Invader as long as we could, knowing our parents would expect us home soon. Shanker hung from the jungle gym, lifting his chin again and again above the high bar. Caleb and I were chasing and dodging, firing blasters back and forth over the chipped stone wall. Our bicycles stood gleaming. This was a mighty time for us and we felt it ending, felt ourselves becoming small again, pushed into chairs and taught at.<\/p>\n
I laced my fingers together and fired towards Caleb. The Great Invader loomed behind him. No one knew who named it that, but we knew the name came from long ago, that it passed like a torch from our grandparents forward. The town had many water towers but the old ones had all been torn down to make way for new constructions, condominiums that leaned over our houses and cast permanent shadows on our mothers\u2019 tomatoes and roses. The Invader was the last of the old guard, rusty pale green and standing even taller than the church steeple. Where the newer towers were sleek and thin, the Invader was flat and squat like a UFO from old black and white movies. Which is why we figured they called it what they did. What we still did.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook!\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
It was that time of night that feels like it\u2019s snatching the day from your eyes, giving it to streetlamps instead. It didn\u2019t seem right, but I saw what I saw. Someone climbed out the belly of the Great Invader and on to the old rusted ladder that hung from its underside and dangled in midair above the park grounds.<\/p>\n
The Invader had been there all my life. But no one went up into it, and certainly no one had ever come down.<\/p>\n
Caleb hopped over to my side of the wall and crouched just beside me, squinting towards the Invader\u2019s belly. He smelled like sweat, his breath quick from our games.<\/p>\n
\u201cHoly shit. Shanker,\u201d he said. \u201cYou\u2019ve got to see this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shanker paid us no mind. He did one last pull-up, then hopped down from the jungle gym with a grunt. In the last year Shanker had grown tall and strong, the pitch of his voice had dropped, and he was full of tales of undoing cardigans and kissing girls with tongue.<\/p>\n
A rush of breath passed over Caleb\u2019s lips. Some thirty yards away from us the figure descended, arms and legs, down towards the park.<\/p>\n
\u201cQuick! Come here!\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you kids all worked up about?\u201d Shanker said, stomping to us.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere,\u201d Caleb said. \u201cThe ladder. Look!\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb pressed closer to me, our arms sliding against each other, and with his other arm he grabbed Shanker and pulled him to duck behind the wall with us.<\/p>\n
\u201cGet off me, fairy,\u201d Shanker said. He shrugged off Caleb\u2019s hand and gave a shove that sent Caleb sprawling against me. I nearly tipped over but steadied my legs and braced against Caleb, one hand to his belly, one to his back. We looked at one another then took a step apart.<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck me, what is that?\u201d Shanker said, pointing to the ladder. Caleb glared at the back of his head. It always got like this between them, lately. We both crowded a step behind him and his muscles anyway, all three of us crouched behind the wall and peeking to see.The silhouette reached the bottom of the ladder and dropped down to the ground. It looked left and right and hurried off in the opposite direction from us. Off into our town.<\/p>\n
I had never known life without that UFO hovering in the sky above our town. Every night I fell asleep seeing it outside my window. I dreamed often of a beam breaking through the curtains, lifting me into the sky, scanning me from skeleton to skin, and then pulling me inside. Floating above our sleepy town, the long-dormant rockets would spurt fire down on the park grounds, burning away the overgrown grass and sending waves of flame into the streets. I beat my fists against a porthole, crying out as the Invader zapped across the galaxy, taking me from Mom and Dad, from Caleb, from everything good that I knew.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe should go up there,\u201d Caleb said. \u201cSee what\u2019s inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
An unfamiliar lack of sureness came over Shanker. It was only this summer that he had taken that name. It came at the end of his, after William and Paul, and it was the name on his father\u2019s grave where his mother sometimes dragged him.<\/p>\n
He looked at us, nodded and crept along the stone wall. Caleb followed. I looked out at the grass beneath the Invader. Whoever had come down, he was in our streets, wandering around our homes, our families, our parents in their kitchens. To think that something hid behind our lives without our knowing. Just to think of it.<\/p>\n
I hurried to catch up. My fingers found the softness of Caleb\u2019s forearm, tugging at him to wait up. He tried to smile my fear away. Our shadows from the lamps in the park stretched out long and thin ahead of us. The whole town was so quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cShould we get an adult?\u201d I said. \u201cCaleb, we could call your dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew his father was on duty, Thursday nights out on patrol. Caleb spat.<\/p>\n
That cool breeze whistled past again as we passed into the circle of the Invader\u2019s legs, its broad green belly overhead. We fanned out around the bottom of the ladder, looking up to where it disappeared in the dark underside. I could just make out the outline of a trapdoor hanging open.<\/p>\n
\u201cOne of us should go up,\u201d Caleb said. \u201cIf it\u2019s something weird, we\u2019ll all go get help.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shanker scratched his neck and looked across the park.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf we might need help, why don\u2019t we get someone now?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
There was no good answer, aside from keeping what was ours as ours.<\/p>\n
\u201cShanker,\u201d Caleb said. \u201cYou\u2019re the biggest.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAh, hell,\u201d Shanker said, stepping back from the ladder. \u201cYou little jackoffs are making something out of nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not nothing!\u201d I said. \u201cYou saw it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s just a pussy,\u201d Caleb said.<\/p>\n
The wind wriggled through my clothes, my stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSay that again, fairy,\u201d Shanker said. \u201cYou\u2019re the one who walks like there\u2019s nothing between your legs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re a pussy!\u201d Caleb yelled. \u201cYou\u2019re scared, that\u2019s why you won\u2019t do it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll show you scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shanker circled around the ladder and Caleb stepped behind me. I felt his hand on the small of my back like a question.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust forget it,\u201d I said. \u201cLet\u2019s go home. Come on, Will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t call me that,\u201d Shanker said. \u201cYou go. I\u2019m gonna show Caleb who\u2019s the pussy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb stepped out from behind me and reached up on the tips of his toes. His fingertips just brushed the bottom rung of the ladder.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine,\u201d he said, glaring at Shanker. \u201cI\u2019ll go. Boost me up.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shanker looked at me, as if I had any authority here. His hands uncurled from fists and he lifted Caleb up by his underarms. Caleb scrambled onto the ladder, wrapping his skinny body against the rungs and the rails. He was just a head above us but he looked so much farther away.<\/p>\n
\u201cCaleb, come down,\u201d I begged.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet him have his little adventure,\u201d Shanker said, arms folded over his chest.<\/p>\n
Caleb climbed and I felt my whole body pulled by some tether. I stepped beneath the ladder and reached up, fingertips nowhere near the bottom rung.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me a boost, Shanker. I\u2019m not letting him go alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is retarded,\u201d Shanker said. He scratched the back of his neck.<\/p>\n
But I wouldn\u2019t budge and so he hoisted me up. I hadn\u2019t seen from watching Caleb all the little ways in which the ladder shook with every movement he made. But now with my body clinging to it I could feel every vibration.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat the hell am I supposed to do?\u201d Shanker yelled. His voice cracked.<\/p>\n
I could feel blood rushing all through my body. I\u2019d lived with the Invader my whole life and now I was touching it, climbing it. Caleb climbed fast and I followed after him. I curled my fingers around each rung and made sure my sneakers had a grip before I pushed to the next step.<\/p>\n
The wind blew colder the higher I got and I gripped the ladder so tight my fingers hurt. My parents took me up to the top of Mount Robins once, and all that day the wind sang songs between the rocks. Mom had walked me to the edge and held her arm firm around my waist as she steadied herself against a rock and leaned us over a bit, as far as she thought was safe, whispering are you okay and me whispering yes, a little further.<\/p>\n
Soon I was looking down at the little cross topping the steeple at First Lutheran. The whole town stretched out beneath me, our homes, our school, the factory at the edge of town where Dad went each day to sit in his office with its one-way window onto the factory floor.<\/p>\n
Caleb reached the soft glow coming from the open trap door. All my life I\u2019d dreamed about the machinery inside, the hyperdrives, the laser torpedoes that would be our town\u2019s undoing. His legs disappeared into the Great Invader.<\/p>\n
A hard wind blew past, rattling the ladder. I couldn\u2019t make out Shanker, only the ground far, far below. I hurried after Caleb, pulling myself up and inside.<\/p>\n
The air pressed thick and muggy on my skin, like the Invader held in all the day\u2019s late summer heat and squeezed it together. My stomach lurched. It stunk like garbage left under the sink too long. I moved towards Caleb\u2019s silhouette and our fingers laced together.<\/p>\n
An electric lantern spread weak light across the Invader\u2019s floor. The walls curved up on all sides, mottled with rust that flaked and crumbled right before our eyes. The upper half of the dome was lost in shadow. There was no chrome, no futuristic glowing tubes, nothing that felt out of this world at all.<\/p>\n
I grasped Caleb\u2019s hand tighter as he pulled me towards the lamp. Something skittered across the floor and we pressed up against each other. It was only a can Caleb kicked into some others. Soup and beans, Spaghetti-O\u2019s, tin cylinders with their lids torn back and the last bits inside gone moldy. I had visions of the crock pot sitting on the counter at home, hot and warm.<\/p>\n
The lantern was a battery powered electric model like my dad brought camping, only old and rusty. The light flickered. It wasn\u2019t bright enough to blind us, it wasn\u2019t too dim to see by, either. It was just sort of sad. It sat on the floor next to a thin sleeping pad and a scraggly mound of blankets. Dog-eared books were piled up around its base. Caleb let go of my hand and knelt beside one of the piles.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanna see.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think we should touch anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
He put his hand on a hardcover with a stained, torn dust jacket. It stuck out from the middle of one pile, so when he pulled it out two books propped on top of it both thunked to the floor. I winced. Caleb flipped through the book. It was full of equations and black and white pictures, but with notes scrawled in every margin and diagrams drawn right on top of the words on almost every page. The diagrams looked like the charts and blueprints that Dad spread out on the worktable at home, but the closer I looked these were just wild scribbles. They made no sense at all.<\/p>\n
Caleb dropped the book and picked up the lantern, swung it around to illuminate the rest of the cavern. Aside from the messes of tin cans and suggestion of a bedroom, there was nothing. Caleb walked towards the center of the room, taking the light with him, leaving me by the bed in darkness.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello!\u201d he yelled, and his voice echoed loud and tinny all around us. \u201cEcho!\u201d he yelled again and I cringed. We weren\u2019t supposed to be up there. I moved towards Caleb and tugged at his arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cCaleb, let\u2019s go. Shanker\u2019s waiting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI guess,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I followed him back to the bed and the piles of books. He set the lantern down where we\u2019d taken it from. Then he sat down on the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish I had a place like this,\u201d Caleb said. \u201cAll my own. Except not as smelly.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled and leaned back on his elbows, smiling up at me. I felt pulled two ways at once. I couldn\u2019t stop wondering what if the man who lived here came back and found us.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, let\u2019s go,\u201d I said. I stepped backwards and my foot knocked a garbage bag on its side. The rotten stink in the room sharpened and I covered my mouth, gagging. Whoever was living up here, I imagined him rummaging through the bins alongside our garage and felt violated and shamed all at once.<\/p>\n
I hurried to the hatch. I wanted to feel grass beneath my feet. To get out of this rusted metal and back to our dirt. Caleb lingered. Why he\u2019d want to stay up here when back down the ladder our whole world waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d Caleb answered. He walked over, touched my shoulder. \u201cYou alright?\u201d<\/p>\n
We descended from the dim light towards the soft electric landscape below. The air so clean. Everything seemed to have shrunk in the time we were gone, as if the whole town had lost some of its substance. I could see the factory, working deep into the night, little chuffs of smoke rising.<\/p>\n
I reached the dangling bottom of the ladder and didn\u2019t see Shanker anywhere. I braced myself and hopped down. Pain shot up my right shin. I tumbled backwards and landed splayed out on my back, rolled over onto my stomach as Caleb jumped. He splayed out just like I had and then we looked at one another in silence. I don\u2019t know which of us smiled first.<\/p>\n
Caleb stood and offered me his hand, helping me up on my tender ankle.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere do you think he is?\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
As if on cue Shanker came rushing over from one of the Invader\u2019s legs, wide-eyed and panting.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was getting fucking worried. What the hell is up there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s go get our bikes,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
The night was one dark shadow draped over the neighborhood. Caleb walked and I limped with Shanker beside us full of questions and Caleb answering. Even with the pain in my ankle, I felt stretched somehow. Shanker seemed smaller now. Everything did.<\/p>\n
We walked out from under the Invader and it seemed more plain and real than it ever had. It was a water tower, built by people out of earthly metal. I could see workers welding each crossbeam and locking each nut and bolt into place. It all fit, it all made sense, in the plainest way. And I could see how time worked upon it, how the paint flaked and chipped. How it wasn\u2019t smooth and shiny at all but broken down and fractured.<\/p>\n
\u201cGross!\u201d Shanker said when Caleb finished our story. \u201cWe gotta tell somebody so they can get in there and clean it up.\u201d<\/p>\n
We\u2019d arrived by the park entrance where our bikes all leaned on their kickstands.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t do that,\u201d Caleb said. \u201cWhoever\u2019s up there, we don\u2019t know if they\u2019re bad. It\u2019s just…somebody\u2019s house.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was between them, like always, and I could feel it happening.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf some nasty dude lives up there he could be a total weirdo. A perv,\u201d Shanker said.<\/p>\n
\u201cA perv?\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know. A homo or something,\u201d Shanker said with a grin.<\/p>\n
Caleb kicked up the stand on his bike.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou going home, Caleb?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
He nodded. \u201cYeah, I\u2019m tired.\u201d He paused. \u201cTired of Will\u2019s shit, too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shanker grinned. \u201cAw, fairy. Did I touch a sore subject?\u201d<\/p>\n
There was just the wind for a second, then Caleb\u2019s bike hit the ground, and Shanker\u2019s eyes were wide as Caleb shouldered him square in the gut. Shanker dropped to the ground with Caleb on top of him, the two of them rolling and twisting on the dark green park grounds, fists and feet flying.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop it, you guys! Stop!\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted it all to just be a game, but we were playing games less and less.<\/p>\n
I was too scared to throw myself into the scrum.<\/p>\n
The lights saved me from having to, saved them from fighting. Two bright streams of white came up the street that dead-ended on the park entrance. I shielded my eyes. A siren gave one brief whoop, the engine cut, the door opened, and Caleb\u2019s dad stepped out in uniform.<\/p>\n
Caleb and Shanker were still tangled in each other\u2019s limbs but they\u2019d quit fighting and sat frozen.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe hell are you boys doing. Get up off each other. Caleb, get in this goddamn car.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb and Shanker stood up, covered in scratches and stains, mumbling their sorries and wiping dirt from their clothes. Shanker\u2019s nose was bloody and Caleb\u2019s bottom lip was split open.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, I\u2019m really sorry, Mr. F\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cQuiet, Will. I\u2019m sure your mother will be happy to hear you\u2019ve been scrapping again. Get on your bike and go home.\u201d Caleb\u2019s dad looked at me. \u201cYou, too. Go on.\u201d<\/p>\n
I limped towards my bike.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you even ride that thing?\u201d Caleb called after me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d I shrugged.<\/p>\n
Shanker sped off on his bike.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we give him a ride, Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb\u2019s dad grunted, walked over and picked up my bicycle. He put it in the trunk of his squad car on top of Caleb\u2019s, our wheels and handlebars sticking up and out, then stretched a nylon cord from inside to hold the trunk shut.<\/p>\n
Caleb and I each sat in the back seat, me behind his father, him behind the passenger seat, the middle yawning between us. The car smelled leathery. Caleb\u2019s dad\u2019s face was cut up into fragments by the metal netting that separated the back seat from the front.<\/p>\n
The Invader grew smaller and smaller behind us. My ankle throbbed and I reached down to rub at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou alright?\u201d Caleb whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cThink so. I twisted it a little, I guess.\u201d<\/p>\n
His hand lay on the seat beside him. I reached across to put mine on top of his. Just before it landed Caleb turned his palm upwards to meet mine. Our skin pressed together and we squeezed one another.<\/p>\n
We rolled to a stop at a traffic light. The heat of Caleb\u2019s hand was such a comfort.<\/p>\n
\u201cCaleb,\u201d came his father\u2019s voice. He stared at us through the rearview mirror. I felt tension in Caleb\u2019s fingers, and I curled mine just a little more around the edges of his hand. \u201cCome sit up front.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb pulled his hand from mine. I waited for him to look at me but he just stepped out of the car and got in the passenger seat instead.<\/p>\n
I tried making eye contact with him in the mirror but he stared straight ahead.<\/p>\n
He made to get out of the car when they dropped me off but his dad told him to stay put, then got my bike out of the trunk and handed it to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks a lot for the ride, sir,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
The door to my house opened and my dad stepped out, calling my name and asking if everything was okay. Caleb\u2019s father slammed the car door shut and he drove off, kicking up gravel and peeling down the street.<\/p>\n
Dad gave my shoulder a squeeze, kissed the top of my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know, you\u2019re not supposed to pull up in a police car for a few more years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI hurt my ankle, Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
He took my bike and wheeled it into the garage, passing our garbage cans on the way. Mom waved to me from the kitchen window.<\/p>\n
The kitchen smelled like Pine-Sol. I took my favorite seat at the table, the one with the plushest cushion. Mom\u2019s pot roast was juicy and delicious as ever. Our house was quiet and neat and I kept noticing the way that everything was set just in place, set just right.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was nice of Caleb\u2019s father to give you a ride,\u201d Mom said.<\/p>\n
I chewed my dinner, remembering the leather smell, the hard voice, the soft palm.<\/p>\n
Dad scooped ice cream into bowls for each of us.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s in the Great Invader?\u201d I asked between spoonfuls.<\/p>\n
Mom smiled. \u201cThat thing\u2019s been empty for years, honey. It\u2019s just rusting away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s talk they\u2019re gonna take the whole thing down soon,\u201d Dad said. \u201cMaybe build out the park. That\u2019ll be cool for you and your friends.\u201d<\/p>\n
He ruffled my hair and told me to wash up before bed. Brushing my teeth, I still felt bigger, but in the mirror I looked the same as always.<\/p>\n
Mom came to tuck me in, there in my room with all of my posters and toys and things, all of it strewn about in such a clean mess. She kissed my ankle first and wrapped a bandage around it. I got into bed. My fingers wrapped around the edge of the sheet where it was drawn up to my chin. She smelled like home, leaning down to kiss my cheek.<\/p>\n
I had so many questions for her, but I didn\u2019t know how to ask them. Caleb might know how, but there was no one he could.<\/p>\n
Mom shut the door and a few minutes later I got out of bed. Dad had taken the air conditioners down and that cool breeze outside was swirling in my room. I stood by the open window, shivering in my underwear and shirt. The water tower was there, catching the moonlight and throwing it back to the sky, same as always. Try as I might, I couldn\u2019t see it rising up and taking off into the sky. It didn\u2019t seem like anything so much as a tin can, and all I could imagine was the whole thing tipping over onto its side, crushing the playground and cracking open, spilling garbage out all over our town.<\/p>\n
A gust of wind blew hard against the house, twirling around my legs and up inside my shirt. I stepped away from the window and sat on my bed. In the moonlight I could see a million little bumps up and down my thighs. I ran the flats of my palms against them, and then the tips of my fingers, little shivers jumping all through my skin. Whole worlds were there along my muscles and my bones. My fingers brushed against each other in the space where my legs touched and I opened my thighs a little wider, one hand warming the other. Something was missing. I closed my eyes and moved skin against skin, imagining that one hand was mine, and the other belonged to someone else.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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