Short Short
The guy in the corner wouldn’t shut up, even when the speakers crackled with the old woman’s voice.
“Sections seven through nine, light misting," the ancient smoker rasped into her microphone. “Sections ten through eleven, decontamination. Section twelve, reprocessing. Sections thirteen through-“
“I am El Negro Invincible!” proclaimed Mr. Shouty, drowning out the announcement of today’s treatment program. A kindly Korean minister stood up on the other side of the room, his bare feet slapping lightly on the steel floor as he walked across and punched him square in his white-ass nose.
The prostitute-turned-banker laughed, her chains rattling against the metal wall. As soon as the minister looked over at her, she stopped and went back to leaning against her restraints. She had another forty-five minutes until they would give her a stool to sit on for a few seconds.
“…Sections twenty-four through twenty-nine, mojitos. Sections thirty and thirty-one, pins and needles. This concludes today’s announcements.” She hacked something terrible out of her lungs, the microphone cutting off mid-removal.
Almost immediately, our speakers began to play the delicate sounds of whalesong.
“Shit,” moaned the car salesman, “they’re going to dump fish on us again.”
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benjamin
Music: "I Do Not Want This" - NIN
Last Book I Read a Page of: A SCANNER DARKLY, Phillip K. Dick
Last Movie: Moolade (2004, Senegal, Drama)
Next Movie: COLOUR OF THE TRUTH (200?, HK, Cop v Criminal)
“Sections seven through nine, light misting," the ancient smoker rasped into her microphone. “Sections ten through eleven, decontamination. Section twelve, reprocessing. Sections thirteen through-“
“I am El Negro Invincible!” proclaimed Mr. Shouty, drowning out the announcement of today’s treatment program. A kindly Korean minister stood up on the other side of the room, his bare feet slapping lightly on the steel floor as he walked across and punched him square in his white-ass nose.
The prostitute-turned-banker laughed, her chains rattling against the metal wall. As soon as the minister looked over at her, she stopped and went back to leaning against her restraints. She had another forty-five minutes until they would give her a stool to sit on for a few seconds.
“…Sections twenty-four through twenty-nine, mojitos. Sections thirty and thirty-one, pins and needles. This concludes today’s announcements.” She hacked something terrible out of her lungs, the microphone cutting off mid-removal.
Almost immediately, our speakers began to play the delicate sounds of whalesong.
“Shit,” moaned the car salesman, “they’re going to dump fish on us again.”
###
benjamin
Music: "I Do Not Want This" - NIN
Last Book I Read a Page of: A SCANNER DARKLY, Phillip K. Dick
Last Movie: Moolade (2004, Senegal, Drama)
Next Movie: COLOUR OF THE TRUTH (200?, HK, Cop v Criminal)