Just yes and yes oh, and yes.
They left earlier you see. They went out, without telling me where they were going to. They took the torch, so I can't imagine they were lost for the dark. And really, father, I do not know where they have gone!
The scratches were heard at the door. Six long ticks, rat tat tat tat tat tat. The door shook loosely from the jam, loosening with each strike.
The door is open.
They are there, normal and unperturbed. Entering they say nothing, but they are grinning, looking at each other.
REALLY we were wondering, you two ... Where were you now .... Do you know how we waited and how worried we were ... How long was it to be before we heard from you ...
The two sat still. It had been late, later than they knew. They had gone out and lost track of the passing time, they had run into Ginny. And really -- Yes? -- Yes, we were going and then came back and we thought it hadn't been past time, so here we are. We're here now. We're here.
It had been silent before the floor creaked. He looked up. There had been rain that afternoon. He could hear the water dripping on the kitchen sill. The Christmas cards would be there soon, it was almost time now. So we could just have dinner now, we're back. He still looked yes down, a speck of dust had just settled on the edge of the sill, he had and rested his eyes on it, captivated. Dinner now, Daddy?
yes
Oh, erh, yes, yes, I was thinking that just now, might be, all things due,
and yes.
The scratches were heard at the door. Six long ticks, rat tat tat tat tat tat. The door shook loosely from the jam, loosening with each strike.
The door is open.
They are there, normal and unperturbed. Entering they say nothing, but they are grinning, looking at each other.
REALLY we were wondering, you two ... Where were you now .... Do you know how we waited and how worried we were ... How long was it to be before we heard from you ...
The two sat still. It had been late, later than they knew. They had gone out and lost track of the passing time, they had run into Ginny. And really -- Yes? -- Yes, we were going and then came back and we thought it hadn't been past time, so here we are. We're here now. We're here.
It had been silent before the floor creaked. He looked up. There had been rain that afternoon. He could hear the water dripping on the kitchen sill. The Christmas cards would be there soon, it was almost time now. So we could just have dinner now, we're back. He still looked yes down, a speck of dust had just settled on the edge of the sill, he had and rested his eyes on it, captivated. Dinner now, Daddy?
yes
Oh, erh, yes, yes, I was thinking that just now, might be, all things due,
and yes.
posted by Tongue-tied Lightning at 1:05 AM
1 Comments:
yo Alex, I like this. I feel like I am starting to get a feel for your project, these kind of not-even short stories, lessons(?), there is a lessonless lesson quality to them...I hate to compare to Kafka but that's who obviously comes to mind, as far as being very abstract and yet being very singular at the same time...I know there's Nietzsche in there for you too but I haven't read enough of him. anywho, regardless of where I want to situate this particular piece in terms of literary heritage it just appeals to me, so, yes, this is good.
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