The Peculiarity Of Arthur Wilsbury
To everyone else they look completely normal and maybe they have always been here, watching over us and assuming the human shape and form whilst easily living among us but Arthur can actually see them for what they are, they resemble us, but they are not like us completely. Why are they are really here? Are they here to infiltrate our own society or is it just to try to live among us peacefully? More
Arthur Wilsbury is just an average thirty-five year old man who lives an average common life with a history of psychological triggers that makes the negotiation of his daily life that little bit more interesting. He sleeps 7.5 to 8 hours of mostly interrupted sleep every night, is slightly overweight and thinning on top and wears horn-rimmed glasses and offers pretty much nothing special to the world, or so he thought. His ambitions in life are clear and simple; he wants to earn enough from his mundane job to purchase the 42" plasma screen he stares at every day outside the electrical store. It has 1080 pixels of picture perfection, was HD ready and sometimes when commissions from his sales at work were good the dream didn’t quite feel so elusive. This is his dream that he has held for a long, long time and a luxury he craves along with the occasional treat of a genuine cheese bagel delicacy from the local bakery or a delicious bag of chips from the chippie, with tons and tons of salt, a drenching of vinegar and a splodge of tomato sauce.
Usually Arthur recognises the negative triggers in his life and tries to avoid them, such as dealing with the homeless tramp harassing for spare change or the landlord-tenant squabbles over late rent or the mildly annoying deaf old lady who lives across the hall with the penchant for loud noise, the incessant wailing from the baby upstairs and the unknown man living next door with his colon-collapsing bowel movements that sounds like he’s squeezing a watermelon out of his ass. Arthur’s voyage through life was one of mundane existence intertwined with strategies for coping with these unavoidable triggers. It had a sort of strange balance to it. Then one particularly hot August day on his way to work through the park Arthur is approached by two young children that he just can’t avoid or navigate around. The children are seeking to gain some kind of ‘scouts-merit’ badge by offering strangers a cup of refreshing lemonade that doesn’t quite taste like lemonade yet the little boy assures him that it was in fact lemonade.
The day was hot and Arthur was thirsty so he drinks the offering and resumes his journey to work and shortly after his eyes are awakened to the world around him, as if the lemonade had lifted the blanket of deceit from over his eyes and he begins to see the imposters he calls ‘Shifties’. To everyone else they look completely normal and maybe they have always been here, watching over us and assuming the human shape and form whilst easily living among us but Arthur can actually see them for what they are, they resemble us, but they are not like us completely. Their facial features twist and turn and contort in a myriad of shapes as though they weren’t solid and struggling to find form, constantly moving and shifting in motion – changing and evolving. So begins his mission to develop a master plan to expose the ‘Shifties’ to the world and while not strictly legal in a very legal sense was perfectly acceptable in Arthur’s mind.
Why are they are really here? Are they here to infiltrate our own society or is it just to try to live among us peacefully? Are they watching him or is he watching them? Or is this phenomenon the result of long-term damage to a debilitating mind?