Showing posts with label story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story. Show all posts

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Night Gyms and Furniture Salsa

 When the sun goes goes down, when the night is fully dark, that's when the night gym opens. The lights come on and the security door rolls up to reveal a wide open space with floor mats, climbing ropes and weights waiting to be used. Slowly the night owls, vampires and zombies trickle in to workout. The trainers fresh from a day of sleeping, shout at the top of their voices, cheering their charges on and on. Up the ropes they climb, they grunt with exertion and get a little stronger, bit by bit.

  Across the street, the furniture store that's so bland and tame in the daytime opens its doors a little wider to make room for a boombox. The speakers blast salsa music into the muggy night waiting for shoppers to come in and dance, dance their furniture blues away. They sway back and forth, pulsing around the ottomans and armoires. They do cute spins around the half size china cabinets, cuddling into love seats. Don't be afraid of the dark, there's too much to do. 

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Ghost in a strange house



tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tock

Story unfolds like a night blooming flower.

There's a shadow stretching to the window. Following it back to its source there is a body in a chair. It seems to be a man, middle-aged looking serene in repose of either sleep or death...no, there's no sound of breathing; death's probably the best guess, least he died happy or at peace anyway.

Move out into the hall, its dark hardly any light to see by at all. Flip the switch and the darkness is swept away. There's another door at the end of the hall, drifting on through the doorway; seeing a desk upon the floor. Atop it rests a piece of paper with a paw print imprinted, next to the paper is a wind up mouse with the key stuck in. Getting closer the mouse starts running around the table of its own volition. Strange is what this place is. Pale moonlight shines through a skylight in the ceiling. The moon is full and the sky speckled with stars.

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so that is a fragment of a story, or maybe that is a short story, not sure quite what it is, but I wrote it and thought I would share.