domingo, 21 de enero de 2007

High heels

Blue, black and white.
Blue, black and white.
The lighting draws the night. Once and again.
The thunder follows soon announcing the rain, and the rain is there.
Raindrops falling fast. Red drops falling slow at the little stream by the sidewalk.
He was looking at the steel, the beautiful steel, as the rain cleaned it of blood. Fresh blood.
Red flash. The good knife -chomp, chomp- on the tender meat -shick, shick.
The noise of the rain covering his cruel smile on his blank face.
The last drops of blood fell on the running water under his legs, as he sat at the curb.
A thunder and the rain ends.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. Like a clock, closing in.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. Another memory of absolute freedom, black and white and red. The tiny shoes, the high heels, the terrorized little face in black and white. The good steel exploding in red. Once and again.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. Closing in to his back. Young meat. His muscles flexing under the wet clothes.
Tick, tock, now hesitant. Silence at his back.
'Just in time', he mumbled.
And he jumped to stand and face, just to drop to his knees and cry.
Clink, clink, the knife in the pavement, as an echo of his own voice coming from a distant age repeated,
'Just in time'.
Tick, tock, as the cloven hooves closed and the horned shadow covered him.
The laugh, as a thunder, ends.


1 comentario:

  1. Este "texto" nació como la idea para un corto de animación.
    Espero poder concretar esa idea pronto... O alguna vez...