Monday, March 13, 2006

The Aspirational Vicissitudes of Londen Culkin Cont...

He escaped the silence of the moon and was immediately touched with the dew drop of a familiar voice. The voice was coming from the stage, toward the back of the cafe. It was the first time he'd seen her anywhere other than her subway stage, where she'd croon over the rattle and hum of the red subway trains. Londen lost himself in the precocious melody, as time became the hapless victim of luminescent youth. When the song ended he realized he was standing alone amidst the serene atmosphere of jaunty conversationalists. He looked around for a table and was struck with the sight of a welcome oasis.

This oasis was a group of three people who Londen became friends with while frequenting the various readings and performances of the cafe. Londen would often make his way to this particular cafe during his sleepless nights. It was the sort of detached respite he longed for. One night while poring over a book he brought, Claire introduced herself and her two friends, Gaar and Fred. Over the next month their paths crossed more frequently - they skimmed their respective contents and responded with complaisant satisfaction to the gibes of each other over their latest conquests. You see, they all became friends in short order.

This particular evening, Londen made his way to their table, flashing his fiery eyes and speaking a tad more feverishly than was his wont. He was still enthralled by that voice, and their eager agreement did nothing to quell his fervor. He pulled up a chair and ordered a tazo. The siren song resumed and talk amongst the four of them encompassed the usual game of word magic.

Conditions are fundamentally sound he heard Gaar say. What the fuck does that mean? he thought, as his mind played merry go 'round with her song, the conversation, and that damn restless beast in his mind's dark cavern. Perfunctorily, he caught stream of a question from Claire. It had something to do with her place and a hookah.

You bet! he blurted, only half-paying attention. After all, there were some damn big questions that had to be answered. He'd give his attention some other time. Not tonight.

They slowly got out of their chairs and headed for the door to leave.

to be continued...

6 Comments:

Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

read part one first and then slid into part two.
cracking stuff. i hope it has 'legs' and lasts beyond part three?

6:48 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

CJ - Just wingin' it for now. Thanks.

10:47 PM  
Blogger Inkblot said...

Hey, you've got to put more in there or post them quicker!

Expecting a longish saga...loved the first para here.

1:04 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

inkblot - I'll try picking up the pace, and may just run with it.

12:58 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

You're on a roll. For once, I'm lucly to be behind in blog reading b/c that gives me the delicious opportunity to read this story in one stitting. It sounds so real. Are you Londen? (as if you'd even answer that...) :)

8:49 PM  
Blogger bert moth said...

**silvermOOn** - Unfortunately, I'm behind in blog reading/writing too. Hopefully get back in the groove next week. Londen I am not. Don't think I'm that introspective! And don't be a stranger!

12:29 AM  

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