Monday, January 15, 2007

penniless shoes

Indeed she walked,wrapping lilac towels around her,smelling like bougainvillea blooms.She stood for hours on end,facing the dying sun and withering grass,thinking..about nothing even.For surely you only think when there is something bothering you.And not to say stuff didn't bother her.Just not as much as it used to.Or as much it bothered other people.She started doing odd things. Sitting on edges of stools and sofas,just to see how long she could balance herself.Going down the stairs with fat books on her head,then bending to pick up something she had purposefully dropped.Walking with a glint in her eye that no one could tell what it was about.Knowingly making wrong turns on roads so she could see country houses and the smoke from their chimneys..You know,mundane 'other-people-must-do-it-all-the-time' stuff.I suppose she was testing her confidence,her serenity.The reason why she never fell apart anymore.And she knew,that there was no need for pennies in shoes to get the kind of luck she luckily had.This kind of luck,is heaven-sent only,in little sardine cans=).

6 comments:

Mani said...

quite honestly, i think sardines aren't all THAT great.

now TUNA. there's some great fish. or CHOCOLATE! MMMMMMMMMMMMM.

Usman said...

A nice little excerpt...I wud have liked to see where u cud take it...I mean of course if u were to write a fictional piece...

Zh~* said...

shut up mani,mr.i-dont-take-compliments-seriously.

and thank you usman.i write fictional every once in a while,come back and check soon=)

Usman said...

Then I will have to go thru ur blog in its entirety...One thing i can't resist is a story well told...u got any of those?

Zh~* said...

=)
feel free to look around.

abstract said...

balancing pens on the back of the palm, having a stare contest with one's own self...
i dropped my cigarette reading this post...(and tried to break the fall with my foot, which i did, and then i balanced that lit stick on my foot)

note to self: seriously, DON'T play with fire