Thursday, April 01, 2004

Finished product:

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A girl sits outside of an old, yellow house on a small, rigid concrete patio, surrounded by varying shades of green and the smell of spring; an off-brand Eden. Ancient trees flare their budding leaves, dancing in the light wind like retired Vegas showgirls. Vines, tangled on the chain link boundary line, hide her from the outside world.
Strong sounds of machinery buzz all around her, periodically interrupted by the shrill cry of bird or bug. The neighbor's tilling up a new garden; ripping and chewing through a small patch of this third rock. A large air conditioner, hidden from the girl's view, growls to make its presence known; its insides whipping and churning, grinding and cooling. A nearby lumberyard resounds with the sound of men eager to return to their respective homes; leading giant, yellow forklifts back to the roost.
Closer still, within her world, her father's dog, a mutt with a head so disproportional to his body, he must fiercely wag his equally large tail to stay upright. The black head and tail hunch into a familiar position; the side-show canine looks strained as he forces out fresh pedigree poops. Lamb and rice from yesterday's dinner is birthed unto a reluctant mound of grass. Relieved, the mongrel runs off to bark at empty air, and disappears behind a tree.
Overhead, a dove lands on a high tree limb. Its head bobs and weaves; pops and locks; each step a timid one, looking not unlike a paranoid junkie. Grasping, watching. SPLAT! A milky brown stain on the earth below.
Suddenly it seems all sound has paused. A lonely star peaks through the trees, and crickets join the silence with their nighttime lullaby. A plane slices through the dirty-blue sky, heading toward a burning horizon.
The girl sighs, breathes in deep, absorbs the passing day. She stands, reaches for the heavens and slowly smiles. Another glorious ending. Bravo.

.:dr0wningophelia:. 12:46 | |