Wednesday

Scratching The Surface

All those questions and still it had only scratched the surface. The incessant polishing of the facts had caused tarnishing to appear, the shiny gold of the past now dull, green and brassy under her acid tongue. Tired of digging, she picked up the remote control and pointed it at the stereo. Instantly the music filled up the tense space in the room, replacing it with loud tribal beats that she could feel like a heartbeat reverberating through her chair. He nodded and smiled as the soaring vocal proclaimed 'just let it all go'. She got to her feet, closed her eyes and with her arms in the air she began to dance.

7 comments:

L'Aussie said...

Your writing is so descriptive, full of imagery, it makes me want to pack up my pens and leave town...'incessant polishing of the facts...' Wonderful.

Singer said...

thanks very much L'Aussie, it's nice to get feedback and to know that people are reading.

. . . good to meet you! ;-)

Selma said...

Dancing has freed my mind often. I look forward to your posts. That is some great writing, right there!

Singer said...

thanks very much Selma. ;)

Cassandra said...

Love the scene you paint here. I can see myself doing this :)

Singer said...

thanks for visiting Cassandra. :)

nothingprofound said...

Yes, by all means. Stop thinking, stop accumulating facts, get up and dance!