The Couple in the Basement (A love story in three sentences)
The ancient house – dormant, decaying, silent – lies deep in a forest of black trees, undisturbed for a thousand generations, but for skunks and rats that die bloody and wriggling in the jaws of the long-forgotten couple in the basement.
The sudden distant squeals of children invite their attention upward out of the radium gloom and a ball bounces over the stone precipice and pop, pop, pop, lands in his lap.
From deep inside them comes the shadow of an echo of a distant memory displacing endless flesh-hunger with a delicious, warm anticipation of a child’s radiant smile.
Awesome freaking image by Casey Muir-Taylor
This is one of those images that contains, to me anyway, an endless number of stories.
April 22nd, 2011 at 2:23 pm
the part that goes “pop, pop, pop, lands in his lap” is perfect.
April 22nd, 2011 at 8:24 pm