Eye shadow – Object Writing – July 4th
Jul 3rd, 2009 | By admin | Category: Daily WritingIt seems as though storm clouds are gathering just below her forehead, thick grey ones that hint at a serious downpour ahead. The sort of cloud you might pull over to the side of the road for if you’re driving along a freeway .The sort of cloudburst you really want to avoid, where you slow down from 100 to 60. It might start melting the windscreen if you drive too fast. Her icing sugar eyes were dusted just well enough with a hint of tears to come. I knew I’d only have to ask and the first drips of overflow would start gushing through the lower sluice gates of her eyes.
What would it do to the heavily rouged cheeks I wondered? I saw crimson rivers and lava flows extending down her neck past the glossy Marylin lips. So I brushed her with the inevitable question- “what’s going on then?” Long false lashes momentarily butterflied before that first roll of tears arrived. A thin boney hand reached into a purse as she dabbed the spring dry. I tried to be a well spring of compassion as she told me of the attack, how he’d dumped her here on Carlisle Street and how all the other Trannies had shunned her because she was simply too over the top for them. I donned my salvos cap and lifted her by the arm and helped her to the utility. Back at base a cup of hot soup and a clean up was going to help this young lady get back on the road to recovery – whether walking the street again was the right road was another question at least until the next customer discovers she’s not all she seems.
