![]() Palm Reader (short, short story) P1A Story by C Peril![]() - some words and stuff -![]()
Gloria - palm reader - Apt 21 }20:15
"You can't ask me to read this hand!" "Why not?" "It's covered in blood!" "And that's exactly what I've come to you for." -- Gloria had a certain avian quality about her, a corvid like propensity to seek out shiny things. Her nest could be classified as either A) a tacky abomination, cluttered with shoddy miscellany and paraphernalia or B) an interesting, unique habitat - an eclectic assemblage of carefully curated oddities... bewildering and fascinating. This depends wholly on the perspective of the viewer, of course. Alex, a 19 year old man, paced around the room (to be more specific, a corner of it.) An adolescent stubble bristles up around his jaw, the promise of a beard to come... still slightly out of reach. The room smelt, to him at least, like the oppressive stink of those places which are seldom met with fresh air; the lingering souls of long dead cigarettes, the inky emissions of battered books and various liquor aromas mixed with Gloria's otherworldly lady-potions and lotions to form a nauseating blend capable of overwhelming the most oblivious olfactory observers. -- "Alex, whose blood is this?!" Her face - an awkward amalgam of penetrating wrinkles, canyons, speaking of the power of the passage of time and youthful, attentive, alert eyes, bulging out from the sunken sockets (meteor crater-esque) - was full of genuine alarm. -- A vinyl wobbled, as vinyls are known to do, drunk on the record player - singing an old and sombre tune: "Hold your heart, for me girl Gone, a not a long, will I be Don't be blue my darling, trueee
For even in my absence, I love youeee" Alex remembered that he loved Chet Baker. *[AWAIT P2]* © 2021 C Peril |
StatsAuthor![]() C PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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