Monday, May 16, 2011

Chicken Licken

Charade ~ Alyssa Monks

The sad truth is that days have passed since he's seen the sky; actually noticed it.
The heavy carriers from Golgotha Sestri drag their contrails across the gap between the wriggly-branched tree and the abandoned church; their petrolic roar reduced to white noise by distance.
Green like the sky; he remembers someone telling him that the Zulus have no word for blue. He marvels at how language runs like a river around obstacles; always seeking something more beyond the limits of mere words. He realises that those huge hunks of steel, honed from the cold face of mankind’s need to know; when set against the pale patch of sky that fall within his vision; fail to translate into coherence. It is possible that the medication is fucking with his head... it is equally possible that he inhabits a sci-fi fable whose moral may not include evolution as a one-way street.

Tales for the attention-span deficit reader

9 comments:

designing wally said...

And likely, also, the truth of his life, is, stranger than fiction....

nice slice!
w

Pisces Iscariot said...

dw: indeed, as are most of our lives :] thanks for the visit.

designing wally said...

I stop by, every post, with you I prefer to listen.

jbkrost said...

I love her paintings...
have been following her work for a while....
its good to see it somewhere besides her web-site...
the narrative fits the painting well!

Pisces Iscariot said...

dw: It's good to know that there are regular readers :D

jbkrost: I've had this picture hanging around in my 'to use' file for ages waiting for the right 'fit' - love it.

Tom said...

love all your picture choices--terrific micro stuff, too

Harlequin said...

great micro fiction.... agree agree. i really liked the " it's possibles"; nicely done.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Tom: thanks for the support; it matters.

Harlequin: :D

JeffScape said...

Love that last line. Sorta sums up a lot of your work, actually. Sublime and brilliant.

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