Friday, August 23, 2013

The Cliffs of Want

SAME WHERE ELSE PART ONE
| WRECK CREATION |
Episode Four


Atom presses the tip of his tongue to the terminals of the little square battery he’s found in the drawer. It tastes bitter.
He opens the fridge-thing in search of some antidote.

Vegetation is a dry pastime and often leads to forays into folly.
From scraps of hair, dust motes and office pilfered paper clips, Atom constructs an elaborate item of headgear complete with eyeholes and racing stripes; he decides to christen the item balaclava.

3 comments:

Letitia Coyne said...

One of my all-time favourite lines. Life summed up in 30 words.

I think it needs a line break between antidote and vegetation. He needs tinfoil.

Lxx

Garth said...

You gotta stop counting words Letitia, it's bad for your posture :)

Thanks for the advice - job done.

Yes, a tinfoil hat would no doubt have prove a more comfortable option, unfortunately, tinfoil is bad for one's Recycle Rating ;]

Letitia Coyne said...

33 - but I thought that would sound anal....

Lxx