Apartment 4A
The ceiling fan bends the artificial light. When I look at the fan I see the wooden paddles, but shifting my eyes I see a translucent whirl of brown, light flashing as demons dance across the ceiling. The floor is covered in synthetic fibers that bite like a carpet of kissing bugs, feeding off the host before defecating on his face. I watch the light bounce off my knife, absorbed by the natural splatter of your blood.
Very poetic. Each sentence says a lot. And it has the feeling of a drug trance.
Comment by Don Bagley — April 2, 2010 @ 6:55 pm
i agree,i can imagine a story out of those few lines
Comment by roy — April 2, 2010 @ 7:10 pm
Gruesome imagery well done! A little confused by light simultaneously bouncing and being absorbed though, or maybe I’m reading the line wrong.
Comment by antongully — April 3, 2010 @ 12:47 am
I didn’t know a story that short could be so awesome.
Comment by Evan Waters — March 20, 2011 @ 12:38 pm