Thursday, October 27, 2005
Amalgam
The Murder of Melody Chen
It happened so quickly that it wasn't until much later when he mulled over it that he realised what had really gone down.
The Injured Assassin's hand sliced subtly through the air.
The motion caught his eye, and he followed it down towards her glass absently.
She uttered a single word of caution : "Oops."
... and then, to the right - a splotch appeared on the wall
... to the left, at the same time, the other she clutched at her head, as her eyes rolled heavenward......
Whodunit.
Here it is again, in bullet-time
LMD's deceptively little ladylike hand karate-chops the stirrer/straw in her cocktail to the left.
Straw flies out her cocktail, and strikes the wall to her left, leaving a splotch of lychee martini on the shiny black finish of Morton's Bar.
Straw bounces off the wall, over LMD, and lands squarely on MC's head, on the right.
Ah, if I had only known, I would have leaned over and told her : I like your hair... Shaken, not Stirred.
*****
Reflections
He watched the ghostly lights of the chandeliers and candle flames reflecting off into fading infinity, a picture painted faintly in the windowpane by his cheek.
Through the looking glass a storm raged - a frenzied gale tore through the trees, and lightning seared the sky asunder, highlighting in stark relief a solitary treestump reaching imploringly toward the sky.
It was strange, as if past and present were somehow standing still for an instant, side by side, the one in, and the other out, separated by a thin sheet of glass
He sat in silence for a while, lost in his thoughts. And then he stood up from the table, and walked through the looking glass.
*****
Walking along the shores of time,
watching the sun set far on the horizon of our pasts
waiting.
Hoping.
It happened so quickly that it wasn't until much later when he mulled over it that he realised what had really gone down.
The Injured Assassin's hand sliced subtly through the air.
The motion caught his eye, and he followed it down towards her glass absently.
She uttered a single word of caution : "Oops."
... and then, to the right - a splotch appeared on the wall
... to the left, at the same time, the other she clutched at her head, as her eyes rolled heavenward......
Whodunit.
Here it is again, in bullet-time
LMD's deceptively little ladylike hand karate-chops the stirrer/straw in her cocktail to the left.
Straw flies out her cocktail, and strikes the wall to her left, leaving a splotch of lychee martini on the shiny black finish of Morton's Bar.
Straw bounces off the wall, over LMD, and lands squarely on MC's head, on the right.
Ah, if I had only known, I would have leaned over and told her : I like your hair... Shaken, not Stirred.
*****
Reflections
He watched the ghostly lights of the chandeliers and candle flames reflecting off into fading infinity, a picture painted faintly in the windowpane by his cheek.
Through the looking glass a storm raged - a frenzied gale tore through the trees, and lightning seared the sky asunder, highlighting in stark relief a solitary treestump reaching imploringly toward the sky.
It was strange, as if past and present were somehow standing still for an instant, side by side, the one in, and the other out, separated by a thin sheet of glass
He sat in silence for a while, lost in his thoughts. And then he stood up from the table, and walked through the looking glass.
*****
Walking along the shores of time,
watching the sun set far on the horizon of our pasts
waiting.
Hoping.
