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The following was committed to print with painstaking accuracy. Every attempt
has been made to portray the particulars in a fair and objective light.
While the structures and citizens of Venice Beach are true to life, the locations
of certain establishments, and the identities of several persons, have been altered
for the sake of the community, and for the privacy of those individuals whose
lives were so brutally disrupted.
This said, the author cannot guarantee that events drawn from memory are one
hundred percent accurate, for, as this account will amply reveal, eyewitness
memory is never one hundred percent reliable.
Freak
Copyright 2006 by
Ron Sanders
ISBN: 978-0-6151-4237-1
MasterpiecePress
All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reprinted in any form without
the artist’s permission
ronsandersartofprose@yahoo.com
Also by this author:
Microcosmia
Carnival
Signature
The Deep End
Legerdemainia
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Freak
Purly
1
bram
15
Prentis
29
ars
39
Phelps
53
Hatch
63
Vilenov
77
The Fugitive
96
The Flight
107
The Influence
121
The Impact
131
The End
141
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Chapter One
Purly
The vanity mirror’s dozen rose bulbs flickered every
time a neighbor switched on a major appliance. This flickering,
barely perceptible under hard white light, was a dramatic event
in Marilyn Purly’s perfectly dark bedroom.
Her ceiling and walls were papered black, her furniture
ebony-stained. Carpet, bedspread, pillowcase and sheets: all
were dyed Midnight , the deepest black available. Floor-length
black velvet curtains hung in her windows and doorway.
But for Purly, the little black room could never be dark
enough. That reflection belonged to a golden touch-me-not
goddess; on the inside sick and dying, on the surface uniquely
and breathtakingly attractive. Purly’s uniqueness, in heavily
cosmeticized Southern California, came partly from being dam-
aged goods, and partly from being an unadorned natural beauty
surrounded by gaggles of underdressed posers. Through no fault
of her own, this wounded nymph quality came off as a direct
challenge to men, and as a slap in the face to women.
In one of nature’s crueler little ironies, Marilyn Jayne
Purly had been cursed with a pathological aversion to attention.
She’d tried hoods and bonnets, scarves and veils, bangs and
dark glasses; nothing could conceal her sexual charisma. Even
the suffocating wraps she wore outdoors seemed only to cling
and entice. Though countless young women would have killed
for her looks, Purly’s deepening depression inevitably drove her
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