Icarus Falls – Part Two

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Cloris was huddled underneath the third basin on the left. An incipient new species of funghi was slowly spreading on the tiled wall behind her, and if she had been capable of lucid thought, she would have guessed by the smell coming from the second stall that the bathroom hadn’t been cleaned since last week. But at this moment in time, huddling definitely seemed to be better then trying to figure out the chemical make-up of the liquid pooling toward her from a cracked pipe. When the man of your dreams strolls into a gas-stop diner and sits at the table next to you, wires are bound to get crossed, synapses to misfire, and if you’re not careful you may just end up under a basin in the bathroom.
This is, however, not the man that you have been hoping for since you first noticed this alien and wholly entertaining opposite sex; the man who effortlessly matches your top ten, will not compromise on, painstakingly selected and hopelessly unrealistic list of traits. He is, in actuality, the man who has been appearing in Cloris’s dreams for the last two months, with a rather unnerving regularity. Unnerving, mainly due to the fact that she has never met him before. And perhaps the foremost reason for Claris’s current location, is that in the dream, seconds before she wakes up, he spreads his wings and slips through her eyes, into her skull.
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~ by tenmiles on February 1, 2006.

10 Responses to “Icarus Falls – Part Two”

  1. Seeping liguid? Fungi? Flying into her skull? Damn, no wonder she’s huddling down there. Now go sit and write more… more I say. (Sometimes you drive me mad, you do know that, don’t you?…)

  2. Literally the man of your dreams? Creepy, funny, and I want some more.

  3. Me too! Me too! I want more!!

    Seriously.

    Now. I have a new species of funghi pointed at your skull, and I DO know how to use it. (awesome writing again.)

  4. An important distinction, I would think. Incidentally, if this story degenerates into an insect spray advert featuring Louis the Fly, I am going to have to kill you.

  5. LW – Drive YOU mad? Now there’s a debatable issue if ever I’ve seen one

    Fence – I just hope I can keep up with where this seems to be going!

    Kells Bells – Er…just what would happen if you pulled the trigger?

    KN – That, my friend, is just completely uncalled for. If this story comes to a shuddering halt because I can’t get that wretched imagery out of my mind…….. ;~)

  6. Are you sitting down? I know this, cuz it happened to a friend of mine: the spores would be instantly absorbed into your eyeballs, and from there travel directly to your brain, causing you to believe, erroneously (I hope), that you’re Charleton Heston. You would fall, writhing, to the ground, and begin screaming, “Soylent Green is Peeeeople!!!” to anything that moved. Eventually, you’d be cut up into squares and served for tea. Maybe in a quiche. It’s pretty horrifying.

    So, I’d get going on that third part, if I were you. xo

  7. What the hell is it with people and quiche today!?!?!?!?!?

  8. Um, I believe YOU mentioned quiche first, on NineMoon’s site. But, who’s keeping track about something as silly as that? Pfth.

    (You did; you said “quiche.”)

  9. When the man of your dreams strolls into a gas-stop diner and sits at the table next to you, wires are bound to get crossed, synapses to misfire, and if you’re not careful you may just end up under a basin in the bathroom.

    I really liked that sentence! Just enough humor.

  10. For three days in a row we got a post every day, now two whole days and nuffink!

    Part 3?–>

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