《翻译》彤梦

1、微型幻想故事四则 阿瑟·珀格

　　微型幻想故事四则

　　阿瑟·珀格斯

　　一

　　这个侏儒般的圣诞老人实在没什么能让人高兴的地方。他既不说话，也不笑，只是在反复指向挂在他脖子上晃荡的布告的同时，隐约显露出一丝讥笑的神情。布告上用大大的黑色字母拼写出：

　　恳请帮助！

　　致命的炭疽热！

　　出于好奇，我凑上前去，想瞧瞧到底有谁会资助一个如此粗俗的怪人。同时，他撒在小饼干上的灰色粉末，大概是粗糖，也让我心存疑虑——他用这些饼干答谢向他施舍的善士。接着，我的胃里一阵抽搐。在那两行特大号标语的中间，用非常细小的字体写着：散播。

　　二

　　这年头已经没几个炼影师了。这是一门秘技，掌控着我们仅有的二维实体。它无声、无重、无形，令人毛骨悚然的敏捷柔软，行为难以捉摸，脾气任性无常；它可以随心所欲地拱身弯过路沿，或是攀上高高的墙头；在黑土、蓝水、紫雪、黄沙之上，太阳、月亮、油灯、蜡烛、灯泡将投射出其身形，或静如处子，或动如脱兔，每个影子都是独一无二的。

　　具备修长而善于抓物的手指，指尖带有奇特粘性，一位大师级别的炼影师能巧妙地牵引影子的边缘，为你塑造一个全新的优雅身影，只属于你自己的阴暗面。

　　三

　　我从未想过自己会成为一个吸血鬼。出生在这个长期为邪恶异形所困扰的小镇上，我只得在四处摆上大蒜，十字架从不离身。就这样，我平安度过了许多年，直到昨晚他在我的卧室现形。当我举起十字架用力向他刺去，这位英俊的魔鬼亲切地对我说道：“年轻的女士，这对我根本没有用处。活着的时候，我是以色列的霍拉比，犹太人的导师。”我意识到自己犯下了致命的错误，可惜太迟了，现在我已成为不死一族的成员。我本该用猪肉肠代替大蒜，并且佩带大卫之星才对！

　　四

　　从一开始，哈里的老婆就激起我浓厚的兴趣。他们是不相衬的一对。她漂亮、文雅，但那双眨也不眨的乳白色眼睛，又让她显得有些与众不同。而且，对我那位年近五十、身材臃肿的生意伙伴来说，她实在太年轻了。她那种近似于爬行动物的奇特的警觉性，让人联想起日光下等待猎物落网的蜥蜴。

　　今早哈里的车出了毛病，所以我开车去接他。在餐具柜前倒咖啡时，我从镶嵌的镜面玻璃中看到背后那一幕，不过他俩并没有意识到我看到了一切。剥葡萄柚时喷出的果汁飞溅到哈里太太的左眼中，而令我惊讶的是，她从猩红的双唇中探出滑溜溜的舌头，把眼球舔得干干净净。

　　原文

　　A Quartet of Mini-Fantasies

　　Arthur Porges

　　One

　　There was nothing whatever jolly about this dwarfish Santa. He neither spoke nor laughed, but showed a faint sneer as he repeatedly pointed to the big placard hung about his neck. In large black letters it read:

　　Please Help!

　　Deadly Anthrax!

　　Curious, I moved closer to see who sponsored such a graceless oddball, and wondering, too, about the grayish powder, presumably raw sugar, he sprinkled on each cookie he was handing out to those who put money in his cup. Then my stomach contracted like a clenched fist. Between the two giant phrases, in very tiny print, was one more word: SPREAD.

　　Two

　　There are very few Shadowsmiths left. Theirs is an arcane craft, the mastery of our only two-dimensional entity, soundless, weightless, intangible, eerily supple, capricious, and willful, able to bend smoothly over a curb, or scale a high wall. Cast by Sun, Moon, oil-lamp, candle, or lightbulb on black loam, blue water, purple snow, or yellow sand, fixed, or capering wildly, each shadow is unique.

　　With his long, prehensile fingers, oddly adhesive at their tips, a Master Shadowsmith, by tugging cunningly at its edges, will make you an elegant new shadow,your very own Dark Other.

　　Three

　　I never wanted to become a vampire. Born in this town long plagued by the vile aberrations, I put garlic everywhere, and always wore a cross. That kept me safe for years, but last night He materialized in my bedroom, and when I thrust out the crucifix, the handsome devil said pleasantly, "That has no power over me,young lady. In life I was Rabbi Israel Horowitz." Too late I realized my fatal mistake, and am now one of the undead. I should have used pork-links instead of garlic, and worn a Star of David!

　　Four

　　I was greatly intrigued by Harry's wife right from the start. An odd match. She was pretty, elegant, but somehow different, with opalescent eyes that never seemed to blink. And she was too young for my portly business partner, who was pushing fifty. Her strange watchfulness was almost reptilian, suggesting a lizard in the sun waiting for an unwary insect.

　　This morning his car broke down, so I came to pick him up, and as I poured some coffee at the mirrored sideboard, I saw something in the glass which they didn't realize I'd seen, what with my back to them. A squirt of grapefruit juice had struck her left eye, and amazed I saw her tongue slide out of her red lips to wipe the eyeball clean.