Archive for July 2007

drawing room.

July 30, 2007

Why?

The word echoed through the room until drowned out by the snaps and pops of wet logs on the fire.

He had no answer and instead looked out the window. Beyond the glass the forest allowed no light. Mere hints of green, faded, consumed by grey and black revealed nothing to him. The dark hint of the forest blurred and his reflection sharpened. He squinted, taking a moment to recognise himself.

He could not say. Because he did not know.

bus

July 26, 2007

In his mind, the girl was there. She stuck her tongue out and thumbed her nose at him, face scrunched and mocking. He responded with crossed eyes, flared nostrils and bared teeth. Her face unscrunched, taken by giggles. The bus pulled away and he waved at her from the back seat.

She waved back and rode her bike in the other direction.

There was nothing out the window but the road disappearing. With his index finger he drew invisible pictures against the glass. Surreal scenes against the backdrop of the great empty space surrounding him and the vessel that carried him.

He forgot where he was going.

The girl was over a thousand miles ago.

bad morning

July 20, 2007

He was thirsty, but the water wasn’t wet enough.
He drank and drank. His mouth was sandpaper still.
His skin felt brittle. It could crack with a touch.
His eyelids scraped his eyes with every blink.
He winced at nothing. He winced at anything.

after the horns (later, after the beginning)

July 18, 2007

He felt the air cling to him as soon as he entered the room. It enveloped him, tendrils of swimming smoke, filling his mouth and nostrils. A cough grew in the base of his throat. He held it there as his eyes started to water. Behind the perfumed tobacco and sickly lamp oil lingered stale beer, rotgut gin and the foulness of the unwashed.

Some eyes turned to him, none with interest. He walked to the bar, eyes red and throat raw.