Tunnel Vision And Other Stories From The Edge by Tanya Eby

Only the wind and cracking of ice would be our voice. Our fingers rose to our lips and answered her. It lost the sense of a word and became just another part of the ice storm above. We mustn't let the doctors and nurses know. Husssshhhhh, she whispered, as much to herself as to us. Sharp breathing, the panting of a feral animal, she crouched, waiting. We hissed the word, sent it slithering through the tunnels until the sound found her and bounced back. We knew what to look for and how to look. She was a patch of gray cloth and milky skin against the black of the Tunnel walls. There she was, beyond one of the final bends of The Tunnels, sitting on the cold cement ground, pressed up against the weeping stone walls. We knew she was there even though she was quiet as a secret, and we tried to swallow our laughter, our excitement. You could not see her if you looked but we could see everything. Blackness, thick as molasses, swaddled us.

The bars were iron, the doors locked, but we were liquid and slipped down into the corridors, melted into the floor, swirled down, down, down to the place where she hid. The iron bars did not hold us in-not as they intended-but kept the outside world from interfering with us, which is exactly what we wanted. It could not touch theĮarth's heart, only the surface, and we huddled deep below in the place of no light. In the Tunnels, all was quiet.Except for the panting.Deep in the Tunnels, the storm above was barely a breath. We huddled in our wards, in private rooms, in cells, in the corridors, in the crevices. The storm encased trees in glass, bent their backs, shook them to the roots, lifted saplings as easily as picking a mushroom and spun an outhouse near Kids' Creek. The wind-now a rabid beast- howled and moaned as it tore through woods. Aboveground, a fierce ice and windstorm caught the world as the gales rushed through the bay. These stories are cold and haunting, and deal with the darker difficulties of what it means to be a woman in our new millennium.Dark. “Tunnel Vision” twists and turns, and is, in essence, a psychological Frankenstein.Īlong with the novella “Tunnel Vision”, Tanya Eby includes three stories from the edge: “The Perfect Neighbor”, “The Shedow”, and “Birth Day”. Kinney’s arrival will change everyone-especially Alma, a child born in the asylum, and raised to womanhood in secret. Under the asylum, in The Tunnels, a group of inmates travel freely within the shadows, keeping and tending to their own secrets. Kinney is also running away from the torment of a dead sister and perhaps the loss of his own sanity. Elliott Kinney arrives at the Northern Michigan Insane Asylum ready to ease psychological suffering with his modern techniques. Genre: Mysteries & Thrillers,Books,Fiction & Literature,ġ932.Title: Tunnel Vision And Other Stories From The Edge.

Tunnel Vision And Other Stories From The Edge by Tanya Eby