It's Still Life

At an Intersection Named After an English King and a Saint
Six Sentence Story: Part 28, An Equal Division of Light and Dark

last week‘s post

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An Equal Division of Light and Dark

Pierre comes home next week … but to what, to our intricate web, spun soft, occasionally smooth, heavy as Dido’s sword.

It’s just before daybreak, and I’m fixated on a spiderweb that laces over the upper 90° angle of the bedroom window. My thoughts wander to where nothing moves and nothing stirs, like a book with a state of consciousness, or a whisper in a jar, and I long for daybreak when I can become shade’s shadow … I am an equal division of light and dark – I am autumn’s equinox.

Hanzō and I popped in at the SSC&B last night – around midnight; lipstick on glasses; leathery-cedar scented cigar smoke; long legs, short skirts, stilettos, and meticulous manicures; a band on stage including a dark-throated double base; present tonight, a manager who’s long as a drainpipe and thin as a foil …and clientele popping with thirst.

And for a brief moment – a sideways glance at Hanzō, the light catching his profile, his cheek bones, the line of his nose, and he smiled, “What, Brigid?” … and I just shake my head, “Nothing, nothing, never mind me.”

There are already too many kinks and tics and twinges in life’s tangled mess.

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