aolsux
04/03/06, 04:37 PM
Empty whole coffee mugs line the walls, sitting, waiting for dialogue. From unheard people, unheard mouths emitting unheard words, all in vain. And just as the jester puts on his mottled white hat, in the corner emerges my shadow. To no avail, my tone is flexible, shape shifting now cast against the wall. A pack of cards remains untouched, unopened on the table. Watching the coffee vanish, with every mouthful of dark, strong liquid, the jester opens the pack of vinyl coated cards, removing an eight of diamonds. Placing the card on the table, frowning, the hush light lull breaks with the sound of cutting shimmering pebbles. Crystal, the octagonal figure, slices through the jester’s hat.