Louis Fifth

Louis Fifth never really got his name. His parents were historians, and once old enough to figure out the index cards at the library, he felt he had been summoned to failure. Sometimes Louis wondered why they had kept his mother’s name when with his father’s name in tow, he could have had a wonderful world. History did have a way for stiffening the upper lip. Still, why not give a child real hope, (to be fair, Louis had never had a Santa Claus Christmas either.) He didn’t get it, but he lived with it through the snide jokes from half clever teachers and the 23 second speech for when he was asked about it.

When not cornered by this conversation with strangers, or riding and cleaning his BMX bike with John — the Billy to his kid, Louis loved sci-fi. The more far fetched, confused with scientific sounds, boring to the kids on his street, the more he watched them. Sometimes he wore the tapes down to a wobble. While the rest of his grade were trading their baby bibles for baseball cards, Louis bartered for a bigger belief. Galaxies were one thing, but timelines were every other. While other kids were crying over getting out in a game, Louis was moonwalking all the way to the classroom where the normally blue and very vertical walls of his school were not a thirty degree angle from north. This is how he returned to class on Friday the fifth of May. In his alternated timeline today, Sarah-Jean smiled back at him.

He wrote the date in the corner before Mr Weir could ask. He used the time after to imagine the top of his forehead unzip. Sarah-Jean rarely wrote but would have many dates in many timelines. Louis was impatient with the slow lesson as he was with slow people, even though he wanted to go like slugs with her through this timeline. Before Mr Weir could even get past explaining the need for quiet, The Gunman (a familiar invention of boredom) surged through the room. Louis acted in every way but only sometimes saved Sarah-Jean. Sometimes the bullets were jelly, once Louis wore Vouitton, and 35% percent of the time they were underwater. Louis Fifth, King of Everything, even survived in some longer than the reputation of his name.

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Lincoln Kate Lally

Lincoln Kate Lally

Poet freak, word nerd, mirror extraordinaire