December 2009
5 posts
CHAPTER 5
The whistle whipped through the tension like a hurricane wind and filled the clearing like egg whites being beaten into meringue. The car shuddered; I had forgotten I was standing, half out of the car. I remembered when I fell over the side as the car rose, altering itself, panels sliding as my hands hung desperately to the ridge of the window; it lurched downward. I used that opportunity to roll...
CHAPTER 4
I almost woke up, oddly warm and yet there was a seeping cold at the same time…the movement had stopped. I pushed into the warmth but was startled by a cold, wet spray on my face. Eyes snapped open while I stayed very still, trying to orient myself…green above me, green leaning in toward me, weighted with the lightness of snow, darkened by the brightness of piled grey clouds reflecting...
CHAPTER 3
We talked until the sun untucked itself from a blanket of darkness, slush and sleet…no light really came in through my window, just a grey blushing slightly at being so incapable of generating any warmth. I left my office before he did; the herd of details had tucked themselves into my desk drawers, their fluted snoring vibrating the empty cider bottle across the desk. I heard it hit the...
WHICH LIST FOR THE MRS?
Cold caught me in the side like an amateur pickpocket who’d rather be boxing for living. Nothing on these cold streets could really be making a living. Just living was difficult enough, keeping a little warmth inside to shore up against the cold and bitter wind and the bite of disdain. Sure there was the holiday spirit, a smile, a strain of a jingled jangled carol, someone stepping aside with a...
CHAPTER 2
The details poured through the door before it finished the futile bounce up, a flood of fine pointed print with sharp hats and pointed shoes. The wood splintered beneath their onslaught proving that doors are only a social contract and you should always check the fine print before agreeing to anything. My desk was the next casualty; they left my chair only so the collected weight of tiny, pointed...