Friday, March 11, 2011

5.4 Free Radicals

The Little Tramp

The street accepted the incongruous twosome as it accepts everything.
“I don’t care” said the street
“Which way?” said Atom
“How would I know,” said No.3, “I’ve been trapped in the presence of two madmen for three years”
“Three years and two months,” said Atom, “And I think we should leave town”
No.3 contemplated sarcasm but settled for “Good Idea.”

Passed the post office…

At the gate they found Cajones arranged in a winter sphinx-cat-square, all tucked in with eyes half closed.
“Congratulations”
“Thank you,” said Atom “but for what?”
“For passing yourselves off as mediocre entertainment; for proving, if proof be needed, that your lot are about as sentient as foggy day.”
“Glad you liked it golden balls” said No.3.
“I think I remember you…” said Cajones vaguely, “…vaguely”
“Three years ago” said No.3.
“Three years and two months,” said Atom, “and I don’t remember doing anything entertaining.”
“Did I forget to mention that it was mediocre?” said Cajones, blinking a silent greeting to Atom. “At least you haven’t lost your dignity.”




5 comments:

Harnett-Hargrove said...

Ok, that was odd, even for you.
sentient as foggy day. ... ha!
CC is a-doorbell.
-J

Tom said...

the street commentary...
ha!

Pisces Iscariot said...

Jayne: Odd? Me? You're too kind :)

Tom: Tha street don't care 'bout nobody

Harlequin said...

ahhh, the cat thickens!
the vaguely vaguely is a wonderful touch. let's hear it for mediocrity and dignity, coexisting.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Harlequin: Don't call him thick, he hates that.