Icarus Falls - Part Four


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His eyes shimmered green to blue; not like the passing of clouds across the surface of an ocean, but more the constantly shifting, always unsettled scales of a lizard in the sun.
And pressing herself tightly against a wall, they were all Cloris could see.
She had been running for more than an hour, weaving in and out of dark alleys and derelict buildings, hoping beyond all hope that every step brought her closer to losing her pursuer. Cloris paused for a moment to catch her breath, her lungs heaving tiny nebulous galaxies into the frigid night air.
Tonight. Tonight I will outrun him. Any second now, I will wake and this chain of nightmares will be broken.
She waited desperately for the sound of the alarm to stir her; closed her eyes and knew that the instant she opened them, it would be accompanied by the light spilling from behind curtains, the stabbing pain of blood flowing to newly wakened limbs.
But when she opened them, the sky was still empty above her, the concrete still cool beneath her bare feet. And he was approaching from three feet away, those eyes locked onto hers, that face like an ancient forest, like a ceaseless crashing of wave upon rock. Slowly, those silvery wings unfurled......
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
A shape flailed frantically beneath a red sheet, before emerging in the shape of an arm and, finally, resolving into a hand. The hand fidgeted with a few dials and switches, and after a few threats of static, settled on a local station. They were broadcasting some pre-recorded interview with some forgotten writer. Tenebrous? God, why can't anyone talk in simple English anymore.
Cloris lay there for a few minutes, just thinking. One more night of this, and sanity would slip from her fingers like a child's balloon at a fairground. She made her way to the bathroom, glad at the soft feel of the carpet underfoot. The windows seemed to be promising a temperate day, the smell of something sweet drifting on the air. A faded orange towel hung over the mirror, and Cloris carefully lifted a corner, peering at the reflective surface beneath.
A strand of silver hair glared back.
She reached for the container of hair dye on the sink, checking to make sure that it had been opened. She'd used twice the directed amount last night, but as with the four previous attempts, the morning had washed away all traces. At least she hadn't been hallucinating.
Today held little hope for her either; she was already running late for work, it was a ten hour shift, and she'd probably have to grab her first meal from the diner on her way home. As she laced up her boots, a song from the radio faded, a sultry voice whispering the closing lines.
"I'm anything but your kind...."
Cloris grabbed her apartment keys from the hall table, a sardonic smile playing across her lips. If only you knew how right you are.


6 Responses to “Icarus Falls - Part Four”

  1. Blogger Fence 

    "boadcasting some pre-recorded interview with some forgotten writer. Tenebrous? God, why can't anyone talk in simple English anymore.

    :)

    You have great timing, a new entry just as I'm in the middle of work. But I made a judgement call and decided the books would look after themselves while I read this.
    So far, they haven't escaped so all is well with the world.

    Constance sounds downright creepy in Cloris' dream. No wonder she ended up under the sink.

  2. Blogger Kelly 

    He sounds creepy, and yet... I'm still strangely attracted to him. I'm attracted to Cloris, too. It's possible that I'm just easy.

    KEEP WRITING THIS STORY.

  3. Blogger jason evans 

    And he was approaching from three feet away, those eyes locked onto hers, that face like an ancient forest, like a ceaseless crashing of wave upon rock. Slowly, those silvery wings unfurled......

    Beautiful lines, FM. No one can dispute your vision, language, and voice.

    I know you value the occassional suggestion. My only suggestion would be to trim a bit of the description, especially adjectives in sentences which have two or more. The lines I quoted are unique and sharp. They're not hindered by any extra description.

    You're a gifted writer.

  4. Blogger forgottenmachine 

    Fence - Glad the books are behaving....

    Kelly - You need to decide. You can't have them both.

    Jason - Geez Louise...that's one hell of a compliment. Thanks. Wow. I know I tend to get carried away with description, you're completely right. I suppose all I can do is just keep working at it!

  5. Blogger LiVEwiRe 

    Um, I think you know what I'm thinking. I can pretty much guarantee it, actually. =) I like the eyes, and the obvious pursuit.... but to what end? The change in her is very interesting! Promise me you'll keep going; I've developed an attachment.

  6. Blogger anne 

    That "sardonic" smile at the end is mightily unsettling. Do I sense the plot thickening?

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