Monday, July 25, 2011

THE FIRST TIME HE SAW MR. KILGALLON HE FELL MADLY IN LOVE WITH HIM

1.
Great was his care of them.

Horrendous was her laugh in the basement.

2.
The big thing, exciting yet frightening, was to talk to her, say what he hoped to do.

The difficult part, impossible but fascinating, was to gulp down the oatmeal, taste its secrets.

3.
He had never been hungrier, and he filled his mouth with wine, faintly tarry-tasting from the leather bag, and swallowed.

They were disoriented, and they couldn't see the spinning disks, quietly humming on dowels, so despaired.

4.
Soon afterwards they retired, Mama in her big oak bed on one side of the room, Emilio and Rosy in their boxes full of straw and sheepskins on the other side of the room.

We left the cinderblock bunker, Dafa to his submarine, Paga and Marsho to their poison swings.

5.
On stormy nights, when the tide was out, the bay of Fougere, fifty feet below the house, resembled and immense black pit, from which arose mutterings and sighs as if the sands down there had been alive and complaining.

At closing time, when the mushy heads can no longer eat their powders, the people in the little village, two miles away from the Powdery, flashed their inside lights off and on.

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