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Archival Remnant no 20. catalogue no Amx749/750
(Nothing costs more and yields less benefit
than revenge)
(The Golden Bough (Frazer))
It was the kind of smile he might have
found way in the back of a normally unopened drawer.
A certain something, he felt, had managed
to work its way in through a tiny opening and was trying to fill a blank space
inside him. The void was not one that she had made. It had always been there
inside him. She had merely managed to shine a special light on it.
She preferred coffee as hot and strong as a
devil at midnight.
When you introduce things that most readers
have never seen before into a piece of fiction, you have to describe them with
as much precision and in as much detail as possible. What you can eliminate
from fiction is the description of things that most readers have seen.
She kept silent, as if she had just set
something on a nearby shelf and was looking at it.
Those eyes seemed to peer through the lens
and focus directly on something the viewer kept hidden deep in his heart, of
which he was normally unaware.
Her touch remained in his hand for several
days. Even after more time went by and the direct sensation began to fade, his
heart retained the deep impression she had made there.
She seemed to have taken part of him with here – part of his
heart or body. And in its place, she had left part of her heart or body inside
him.
His voice was hard and dry, reminding her
of a desert plant that could survive a whole year on one day’s worth of rain.
A long silence descended. Long enough to
walk to the end of a long narrow room, look something up in a dictionary, and
walk back.
‘Hello,’ he said, his voice still slurry
from sleep. It was like his head was filled with frozen lettuce.
His face looked peaceful. It was like a
windless day at the end of autumn, when a single leaf falls from a tree.
The world around her exploded then
contracted, as if it were her own heart.
It was the faintest of smiles, yet he felt
the tides start to shift all over the world.
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