Fodmodmadtol
22-06-2006, 20:55
Curled upon those linen covers with sunlight streaming over that chestnut hair and pallid skin. A bell ringing at the door. And she awoke, perking for a moment in bed before that bell rang again spurring her to rise from those wrinkled sheets. A crisp breeze from the veranda. Passing through the kitchen. Unlocked the latch, opened the door. An embrace.
And that early morning light crumpled around her with that ocean breeze, encapsulated in a wonderful crash which echoed a mile in each direction.
Fodmodmadtol
22-06-2006, 21:05
And in that gloomier aspect of that horrible religion which reaches to insare all of those predisposed to all of those psychosis, traumas and illnesses, those grotesque creatures from beneath those rocks chirped incessantly.
"Madison. . . Alexandria is gone."
"Gone where, Neut. . ."
That waif of a man, no more than straw and sticks bound together by the faintest wisp of an idea, not even that living mass from his parents, no, not that, only an idea was what that waif of a man was made of. That and straw and sticks and chewing gum and paperclips. And as he stood at attention in front of that inflatable politician, he came unbound. Not so much he came unbound as it was there was nothing holding him together in the first place, more that, yes. And in the presence of something such as this, tragedy, no, he couldn't even sustain himself as a concept.
"She's, gone."
"Gone where."
And that inflatable politician looked up from that prison of paperwork soon to be piled onto an unfortunate underling of lesser pay, lesser opportunity and lesser importance, as this inflatable politician is much too important to be burdened with such and soil her stiff fingers.
"The- The- The. . ."
"Neut, what' wrong."
And she, for the first time since his five minutes before her, for the five minutes he's been trying to choke out the fact that she was dead, actually acknowledged his presence as something of sentience, however unimportant he was, and took it upon herself to dust off that long forgotten concept of humanity.
"Alexandria is. . . Gone."
"Oh."
And that mannequin stared forward, blunt enough for this to completely roll off her mind. And then her eyes widened, as if it happened right in front of her.