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May 19, 2005

The Eschatologist: A Walk In The Air

I can still see her body tumbling from the tallest gables, pitching slowly to the ground, plummeting at the pace of a romantic park stroll. I watched in wonder and horror.

I don't know what interrupted her rapturous fall. Her posture, with arms extended from her body, gossamer nightgown fluttering in the breeze, she appeared angelic, lighting to the earth through the nightly mists.

At last, passing the dimmed porch, the earth rolled and the tall grasses reached out to her, pulling her down and swallowing her whole, with no trace of her left.

I know, because I saw it.

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Comments

I'd like to think that I'm a somewhat decent mechanic. However, I never seem to escape an injury when attacking my vehicle with greasy socket wrenches and rusty screwdrivers. I keep rags on hand, not for the grease, but for the inevitable hemmoraging from my appendages. The other day, I slipped and neatly removed the skin from the top of a knuckle. It looked like the open hatch on an overflowing tanker full of strawberry jello. As I made a red dotted trail to the bathroom, I thought to myself: I hate being on blood thinners.

Posted by: L. Stapel at May 19, 2005 1:20 PM · Permalink

L., please remember that a) your vignette/story must have something to do with the day's theme/photo and b) you need to submit your story on the theme post.

Thanks!

Posted by: michele at May 19, 2005 1:58 PM · Permalink