The Sun Returns
That was a quick two months, wasn’t it? It was for me. It might not have been for the citizens of Barrow, Alaska. Probably if I lived in Barrow, these past two months wouldn’t have passed quite so quickly for me. It does seem like yesterday that I was reporting on the sun setting in Barrow on November 23rd. The sun remained below the horizon until this past week, rising on Wednesday afternoon. It didn’t stick around for too long, though: the day lasted all of 23 minutes.
If you subscribe to the trope that vampires cannot tolerate the sun—a trope which isn’t all that old, honestly; it was likely invented for the 1922 silent film classic NOSFERATU; before that, while vampires might not have *enjoyed* the sunshine, neither did sunlight seem to pose any threat to them—then winters in Barrow would be paradise. Summers would suck, though, as the sun doesn’t set at all for 84 days. Almost three whole months of daylight. If a vampire *was* prone to bursting into flame or crumbling into dust in the sunlight, it would have to hibernate for the entire summer to survive. Would a vampire, like a bear, need to stockpile fat to make it? Can a vampire even *get* fat?
WAYNE MILLER is the owner and creative director of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS (www.evilcheezproductions.blogspot.com, www.facebook.com/evilcheezproductions), specializing in theatrical performances and haunted attractions. He has written, produced and directed (and occasionally acted in) over a dozen plays, most of them in the Horror and Crime genres. His first novel, THE CONFESSIONS OF SAINT CHRISTOPHER: WEREWOLF, is available for purchase here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/734763
MORTUI VELOCES SUNT!