Sunday, November 28, 2004

Strange strangers

It all started with six strangers, meeting at the round table, in the Chinese restaurant. The table was huge. It had a lazy-Susan. There was no food on the table. Only tension in the air, anticipating the events that were to unfold. And then the first of them spoke, and the others listened. As the monologue ensued, the table filled with food. But no one was biting – the food or the proposal. The tension thickened as the plot thickened. And it all melted with the blackout. Screams overtook and then candle light. The flame flickered as their thoughts did. The silence drowned out the background chatter.


8 comments:

Garrison Steelle said...

Hmmmmmmmm ... interesting proposal. I'd love to see you expound on this by ... hmmm ... three sentences I think.

-G

Ubermensch said...

great start, im working on sumthing similar but cutting down on grammar and words.

Cori said...

I'm wringing my hands with anticipation......

. : A : . said...

Garrison Steelle, ubermensch, Cori - Thanks. Somehow, I was not happy with this piece and was struggling with it. I wanted to write something more, but somehow it wouldn't come out. So I decided to let it be and post it 'as is'. Now, after your comments, I am rethinking whether I should try to work more on it instead of moving on and leaving it unfinished.

Ariel said...

This would be a good intro for one of those mafia-style whodunnits.

. : A : . said...

Thanks, Ariel!

:-)

Free Spirit said...

I actually loved the crescendo. =)

. : A : . said...

Thanks Free Spirit. Actually so did I, but somehow I was not happy overall with the piece.