Right place, Wrong time
Man comes home to find his house empty. I mean empty. Nothing, not a scrap of furniture, zip zilch nada. Appliances, curtains, clothes all of it gone. He stands in the middle of his empty living room; right where his Dino Barchetta sofa once sat, and ponders the possibilities.
He assumes robbery. He goes into the kitchen and watches his sink disappear, then the countertops and cupboards. All that's left is the intestinal wreckage of plumbing, and faded black and white linoleum tile. He returns the living room to find his wife sprawled out, nearly naked on the floor, lazing in her stockings and bra. She is smiling at him. He doesn't know what to think. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. His wife laughs at him. He knows now that he too will soon be naked, and that the disappearance of the entire house will soon follow. He doesn't know why he knows this, but he knows that he knows it, like he knows that the wind is at the door ready to blow it open. He looks for a weapon. There are none.
By Shad Daniel Marsh, Asheville writer and poet
http://www.shadmarsh.blogspot.com/
He assumes robbery. He goes into the kitchen and watches his sink disappear, then the countertops and cupboards. All that's left is the intestinal wreckage of plumbing, and faded black and white linoleum tile. He returns the living room to find his wife sprawled out, nearly naked on the floor, lazing in her stockings and bra. She is smiling at him. He doesn't know what to think. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. His wife laughs at him. He knows now that he too will soon be naked, and that the disappearance of the entire house will soon follow. He doesn't know why he knows this, but he knows that he knows it, like he knows that the wind is at the door ready to blow it open. He looks for a weapon. There are none.
By Shad Daniel Marsh, Asheville writer and poet
http://www.shadmarsh.blogspot.com/
posted by Edgy Mama | 6:00 AM
2 Comments:
how can i respond to such talent. my god shad,
leave some words for the rest of us. or, at least give us more of yours...
nice stuff man.
Thanks. I had forgotten all about this piece, which is kind of like finding a present in May only to realize it isn't May, but rather that it is December, except that when you open the present it isn't that new G.I. Joe action figure with the kung-fu grip you wanted so desperately, but rather was half a set of lego's-- some of which have been chewed on by cats-- and that you had gotten three years before when you were really into lego's.
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