Mid Hour

21 May

“Ah now,” the colonel said, wiping his hands with a black rag, “he tried to be very Western about it.”
“He tried.” The colonel laughed. He seemed disgusted by what he’d wiped onto the cloth.
“How’s Western?”
The man asking the questions was fat and didn’t do well in the static heat of the cellar. He wiped his face incessantly with his palm and constantly shifted his massive buttocks on the metal chair.
“Clint Eastwood Western.”
“Ah, like a cowboy.”
“No. What’s the word…serious. No. What’s that word I’m looking for. Come on, come on. You’re the journalist.”
The fat man blew air up toward his forehead, trying to get it beyond the hanging, large nose, in an attempt to cool off.
“That’s it,” the colonel said. “Right?”
“I don’t know. You were in there with him.”
“Yes, but you heard,” the colonel smiled.
“The entire building heard.”
“Ah now…we’re five meters under the street.”
“Did he tell you what you wanted?”
“It doesn’t matter,” the colonel said. “It never matters.”
The fat man went to light a cigarette.
“Not here. There’s gas running in pipes.”
The colonel finished with his hands and discarded the dirty cloth into a bucket.
“A strange one this one was,” he said. “I think at one point he thought he was at the dentist…waiting to have a rotten tooth extracted. He called me doctor.”
“That’s a good one,” the fat man said and exploded into a strange mix of laughter and pertussis.
“Yes. I loathe dentists, you know.”
“Who doesn’t?”
“They’re so…brutal.”
The fat man pushed himself up off the metal chair. Its legs dragged on the concrete floor, making a savage noise like a sick elephant or faulty car brakes.
“In any case,” the colonel said, “it is finished. We can go now.”


4 Responses to “Mid Hour”

  1. Ava Joe 21/05/2010 at 2:19 PM #

    Whoa. Wow.

  2. ~otto~ 21/05/2010 at 6:58 PM #

    Well played, sir. So much more powerful when you don’t even name your object.

  3. Lori Childs 22/05/2010 at 3:28 AM #

    Just wanted to let you know how mediocre and boring the FB world is w/o you. Alas I must piss and moan.

  4. (S)wine 22/05/2010 at 7:12 AM #

    Lori, go here: http://theswine.tumblr.com/ It’s as if I never left. Or, if you hook up w/Twitter, I’m @lx69. Same things, I just moved venues.

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