she(he didnt realise she was a she until her purse swung out from in front of her he imagined it got caught up on her enormous breast) she lumbered backwards out of her one-sided four post carport onto a dirt and graveled drive
oddly the carport was covered by
a slight-pitched sand-coloured shingle roof
it was conspicuous
although what
drew his attention today wasnt only that it was the first time he had ever seen
anyone on the property -- but he wouldnt be exaggerating to admit that what attracted
he must
what flagged his attention – was her great white cotton t-shirt hanging to mid-thigh
her thick-legged slowmotion s h u f f l e and as she paused to watch the rear maw of her
vehicle close of its own accord (when it failed – and it would -- itd be a bitch-ton
of money to repair -- though why fight gravity why not a fold-down tailgate he could suppose why ask stupid
obvious questions too)
her black leather purse swayed off her left shoulder
her black leather purse swayed off her left shoulder
Houdini couldnt help her get it
over her head couldnt help her carry it with its strap across her back from her
right shoulder to left hip
such a harness would be a
contortion and nothing he saw hinted of her
possessing any kind of physical agility or finesse
she was a plodder
she was a straight line from here
to there and to avert her left or right there were no calculations that could be made
he thought it was awesome that she
could bring herself to a halt
particularly awesome . . .
. . . then without forethought he transformed her into a great white behemoth that made his throwing arm twitch his hand spasm he tried very hard not to think of finding a harpoonThar she blows! Thar she blows! he was aghast the words sounded inside his head
suddenly he witnessed himself a
harpooner at the bow of a wooden boat bracing his leg against a thighboard whale
iron in hand readying to hurl it strike his prize and gasp in the thrall of the
ensuing Nantucket sleighride he was blinded fevered by the shining Quito gold
doubloon Ahab had nailed to the mainsails mast
he struggled but couldnt wrest his
imagination from the machinations which had to follow floating her body back beside a Yankee
whaler where she was trussed up with chains her blubber stripped into long
blanket pieces cut into horse pieces and Bible leaves then tried the oil
extracted and cooling then her head cut into three parts the spermaceti spooned
from the case at the top of her head the junk the lower half of her forehead cut
intro more horse pieces as it too held oil and though it wasnt as superior as
the spermaceti it was finer than the blubber oil and lastly her jaw and teeth to fashion scrimshaw
Yes
he got carried awayhe did get a little carried
away
but when her blob quit obscuring the
vehicle when she had backed away slowly sufficiently he saw it was an Odyssey
and Odysseys were his bane they haunted him in traffic like clumsy dull
icefloes drifting left and right crossing dividing lines randomly braking in
front of him or tailing too close for their drivers abject skills behind the
wheel held by one hand horrifically a cellfone in the other
then he felt at ease he felt at least some consolation to excuse himself of fictitiously murdering her with a harpoon rendering her body because the neighborhood had already experienced and suffered a man who believed he was a werewolf and shotgunned a woman he believed was a vampire
his imagination was tame when compared to a cold-blooded murder
no one was necessary to prosecute him or gavel his trial
he blinked his eyes
his reverie fled
the woman was gone
1213, Saturday,
29 10. 16
1034,
Sunday, 30 10. 16
Grand Funk Railroad I’m Your Captain/Closer to Home https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8MYsii4DZY
https://www.whalingmuseum.org/learn/research-topics/overview-of-north-american-whaling/whales-hunting
