two vignettes
It was done so casually, as the best magic tricks often are, tucked in the most offhand manner between a sip of Coke and a word to a friend. The smoke rings floated slowly above the stone table, while all around the boy in the pink polo T, the crowds went about their lives, oblivious, unseeing.
(II)
Almost unbearably cute. Disney would have had a field day. It is not often that you see a pet eating off the same plate as its owner. Even rarer, to see a parakeet sharing a roti prata with a balding, middle-aged man in an aquamarine singlet that matches its brilliant green-blue plumage. And when that parakeet is completely unchained, totally, utterly free to fly, if it chooses - why, then you have a miracle.
posted by eothen @ 10:30 AM
3 Comments:
Now *that* is prose. Not a wasted word.
Perhaps you'd ascribe it to your latest literary influence, JM Coetzee? But the first vignette put me in mind of the EB White collection of essays I lent you.
Elegant.
Oi. Write more, leh.
G
thanks for feedback.
jm coetzee is god with a small g.
and actually, i just took away a word. :)
you took away "shirt" from the first vignette, from after "pink polo T" :)
I _had_ thought that bit less elegant than the rest of the piece.
gy
Post a Comment
<< Home