Saturday, 15 October 2016

An Exercise in Style - A Bitsnbobs Mini-Series (Metaphorical)

exercise in style 15
Queneau - French bloke, wrote a book, inspired me. I've explained it all here.

Day 15. Metaphorical

There was a night, as thick as two thieves and a hapless soul way beyond his time and means.

Everywhere the winter’s revenge lay deep and crisp and even, as he wended his weary way to her homely abode.

He was fatigued and he had had a little tipple about an hour ago, it had gone right to his head.

No one was home.

So he drowned his sorrow.

He entertained ‘she loves me/she loves me not’ with the bouquet of roses he had lovingly cradled up dale and down. They dropped like crimson tears on the virgin white snow.

The good folk of the village could not distinguish them from the ragged remains of the others that grew nearby that he had savagely attacked in a final fit of madness.

He sang her name long into the night as they led him away.

The table top heartfelt message would stay.


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