Yesterday I was in the lift when Elvis got in. He nodded, civil enough like, and got out on the second floor. That’s it really.
Author: simonsalento
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A tweet would be sweet
She favourited me and favourited me but never retweeted. I tried to DM her but I think I was muted. Or blocked. A tweet would be sweet.
Once upon a time
“Once upon a time of dragons, once upon a time of flame, once upon a time of longing, once –”. Voices stilled. The earth rumbled.
Map
On white carpet she squeezed paint tubes to map out her lovings; lines of hot colour first arrowed, then wandered; then smudged.
J looked at the book
J looked at the book, then at the woman sitting next to it. Strangers on a train. She smiled back up at him and put the book away.
I the merman
I the merman thirst for your love as you thirst for air, thirst for the touch of your warm hand against my temple.
I the merman here in this bubble live for the thought of the sunlight on my back. My hair drifts. My flat eyes look upwards, there where I saw you.
Your hand is grazing the water, the white-painted boat rocks gently as a mother’s arms. Can I touch you? Can I take you? Will you scream and struggle for a while?
The touch of your warm fist against my temple. The thrash of the water around us. The bubbles from your silent mouth, the roundness of your eyes. I release you.
I the merman thirst for your love as you thirst for air, thirst for the touch of your warm hand against my temple.
Breath whistled
How can I ever know if people see their deaths in me, he asked.
A look at the back of the eye, the crook of an eyebrow, a flattening of ears, the whistle breath of fear. All these are clues, I said.
He sighed. I have seen all of those, he replied.
I heard my own breath whistle and closed my eyes.
No, open them, he said softly. You must see this to the end.
Originally published on Paragraph Planet http://www.paragraphplanet.com on Friday 13 June 2014
Cheaters gonna cheat
Cheaters gonna cheat
Fish gonna swim
Accountants gonna account
Look at the state of piscine false book keeping we’re in
I tacked lines by @broaddaylightUK and @misterhsk together and came up with this
I didn’t have the heart
I looked at my phone, a black mirror at the bottom of the goldfish bowl. The fish looked at me, then in the mirror. I didn’t have the heart.
simonsalento 