Friday, February 20, 2009

The Brown Oxide of Winter

A petty tyrant is looking at his unpaid bills with an obvious look of disdain. His cook serves him stale bread and tainted meat in a fever of panic, as she feels a ghost cross her path. It is January and the frozen lake outside the window holds skating children. Across the street is a church, inside of which a rabbi dances in a white silk coat, oblivious to the world around him. Behind the church, in the alley, a fool shouts, "I am the World!" In an open window above him is a face, belonging to a man who realizes that the fool is not such a fool after all.

1 comment:

Shoshona said...

Please note: This was written during Summer 2007. I had found a way to unblock my writing and I expounded on any ideas I was given.