encounter
encounter
they came to 'visit', again. i sat entranced, easily sipped the noir, the dark edge folded around a cylinder.
on the brownish sunny days you can't see the blue couch, it is submerged in complementary shadow even though the glass panel is only 4 1/2 feet away and we are in daylight. the color disappears like smoke/ you were bouncing on it this morning when you haphazardly noticed unmistakable blueness, but now it has thinned to sootpaper as you walk past toward the 'hallway'.
why dont you go out and check the trees, he calls from the kitchen. i'd like to, i think, except for the lightning and reservoir of raindrops all around the hutch.
they are watching, i can feel their eyes on my back as i lean forward, lift a ghost pepper from the dish and put it between my teeth, rise to my feet and swallow.
i made a run for it, but i didnt get very far, the water was too deep for my slippers and the laundry is half way across town. oddly arrhythmic flashes of light pop behind the 'clouds'.
the first time, i had the feeling the skin on my back was impossible to shelter from salamanders frighteningly gentle split tongues, but it passed. as it happened this time, they only lingered for a few minutes. i'm sure they saw the dread in my pose and quickly scanned the foyer for any feng shui, finding none, they took some notes - the ladies in the elvis movie look like ventriloquist dolls, the black coffee's been sitting all day, someone heard the word Tuskegee at least three times recently - and left.
encounter
