Upstairs
A Literary Precis

There among the room full of objects hung blinds that were blinking eyes when a breeze or wind blew from outside, as the window did not set firmly within its frame, making the boy of nine run downstairs yelling for help; leaving all the invading monsters to crawl in a low light that he had asked his mother to leave on; telling her he was afraid of the dark but never saying he was more afraid of his older brother who constantly tried to enter his being with his heavy breathing beating into the young boy's ear and out of guilt for this child she had to leave alone often in order to go work, she would squander a few pennies until surface sleep overtook him and then quietly tiptoe back into the room to close the light which created even more monsters for him while hearing her sounds through tightly closed eyes; hoping the footsteps were not and his older brother's entering the room and so many a night his voice would shout out from painful nightmares to all the menacing clothes hanging from atop doors; becoming shapes of lurking monsters ready to swallow him up; to become all gone.

Jerry Vilhotti graduated from the only college that won the NIT and NCCA basketball tournament in the same year but more importantly than that - a Jonas Salk who helped rid some of the world of polio with his vaccine and who also was given the opportunity to contribute graduated from the same school. Jerry Vilhotti has been fortunate to have had stories published in The Dream International, Hob-Nob, Puck&Pluck, The Literary Review and many other literary magazines. He lives in the Litchfield Hills, in a simpler place in time, with a beautiful wife who treats him well (often he wonders why) and they both helped in bringing three sort of nice kids into this world who have gone off with three partners, as good, he hopes as the one he found long ago and far away - just like the song!

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