November 07, 2008

Porcelain devil

They went to the horse tracks together, hand in hand. He was thankful because she told him he had spirit! Indeed he had it, but it was becoming thinner and thinner, as he was thinking more and more of the epigram from a while ago. With the heart that worshiped him, he had dignity rarely encountered.
He told her:
- Porcelain devil.
- Why devil?
- I said porcelain.
- The devil part is driving me insane.
- The porcelain explains it all.
- Are you judging by looks or by spirit?
- Both.
- So, which is which?
- They are hart to separate.
Then he got up on the horse as she watched him ride away. She couldn’t even imagine a better looking rider, and the contradictions between the words he just uttered and his appearance was a riddle that made her blood freeze. The speech that was totally incomprehensible and sounded unnatural made her seek the source... in vain...

8 comments:

  1. Hard to explain. He must be worry about something, I think. :)

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  2. I love your imagery and contemplation.

    Cheers! JJ

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  3. Thanks for the visit :)I'm here to visit you back...

    gee! this kind of writing will really made your readers think and stare after reading your post :)

    You have a very nice theme, love it!

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