Friday, April 01, 2011

6.2 New Territory


The moonlit clearing was silent, Atom fancied he could hear the policeman’s shrill whistle far below in the valley.
“Okay, so what are our choices?” said Atom, “We either go back or go forward.”
“Or stay here” said Cajones, his eyes still closed.
“I’m not going back down there,” said No.3.
“Forward then”
“You talk as if forward is a direction you can point to with your little pink fingers,” Cajones’ eyes opened in irritation, “Which way, if forward?”
“That way” said Atom pointing a little pink finger in the direction of the woods that listened darkly from three sides of the clearing.
“Okay, okay, it’s no fur off my balls,” said Cajones with a sigh, “but I’d suggest that since you lot are rather bad at seeing in the dark, we wait until morning before venturing ‘forward’”




2 comments:

Harlequin said...

the furry balls, the little pink finger and the listening woods...
I LOVED this!
you are a wordsmith extraordinaire.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Harlequin: I wave my little pink fingers in thanks :]