Friday, September 20, 2013

Of dirt you're made and to dirt you will return

SAME WHERE ELSE PART ONE
| WRECK CREATION |
Episode Eight


“I’m a Reindeer” the little girl laughs as she holds dry branches up to her temples and gallops along some distance behind her grandma.
“And I’m the Sheen of Queba” grandma sucks the world through her cigarette.
“Look Gramma look”
Atom squeezes the obscene bulb on the Company bicycle’s hi-tech horn to warn them of his approach.
“Look Gramma, I’m a reindeer”
Her little fists hold the branches to her temples in an echo of Atom’s little fists on the handlebars.
Grandma turns exhaling a plume of grey lung, glances at the passing fool on a bicycle and wishes she was back in front of the telly-vision with nothing to bother her but her own loneliness.

See Mad Scientist’s Notebook (Entry No 1.4)

4 comments:

Harlequin said...

enjoying the reading of these three in a row today.
another lovely description, poignant and evocative.
the little fists are perfect.....

Anonymous said...

What Harlequin said.
Lobe were here.

Letitia Coyne said...

Pearls deposited in payment. Well worth the cost, too.

Now to tackle the captcha. Is that Paneoy or Panecy? Time and chance happen to us all, time and chance. I'll chance it with Panecy 7.

Lxx

Garth said...

Thanks for reading friends :)