“ thank you for meeting me for lunch , ” honey - coated tongue speaks so sweetly ( a sundew in a white collared shirt : a carnivore in waiting ). “ you must tell me all about your journey here. ” she swirls her straw absently between her fingers. “ and what your plans are now. ”
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eyes remained fixed, focused, unflinching on the metal grooves of the
small table. in it’s dull, scuffed hue, faces are morphed and twisted into unrecognisable visage. an early winter’s sun spot does little to warm the bones, and does nothing but refract it’s glistening lustre onto pale features.
her words are so soft, a sheepskin worn welcome. the wolf beguiling in granddaughter’s supple flesh.
a SNAP ! head convulses to the left -- shoulder rolling as
involuntary spasm afflicts. a short, sharp twitch that
draws deep breath and exhale out the nose.
digits reach round to the back of his neck, scratching tender flesh furiously
with stained finger-nails. such grotesque imperfection in stark contrast to the
young man’s angelic artifice.
“ mmh ---------”
a simple hum of understanding, acknowledgement of the statements
presented forth. sweet lips form smile, dark eyes fluttering up to the other with such unprecedented warmth.
“ thank you for inviting me, hm? ”
gratitude is expelled, returned back to sender with civil forehand volley.
a candied, boyish beam as his hand, trembling, moves to pick up his
small cup of tea.
“ my journey here? of course. but it really is not that
interesting. after all, it was about the destination.
but i am enjoying america so far. it’s interesting.
the city consumes its consumers.”
the pink haired boy takes a sip from his cup, cold hues of dark mocha drinking in every inch of her expression. to see the author of deep font upon a crack phone screen in the flesh--- from an overseas acquaintance on a blog to real, breathing, pulsing vessel. how exciting.
from the depths of his trench coat, the man retreieves a
book. spine well-worn, the cover’s glossy corner retreating
after such stuffy confinement within garments.
an abomination imposed on the world, the mere feeling of
the cheap paper in dirty hands is another to spur another
sharp jolt, twitching as he presents it on the table.
“ my plans are just as i said.
the newest ‘issue’ was printed.
--- it can be easy for one more. friend.”
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