Icarus Falls – Part Two

If you’re only just visiting, it starts here.

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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.

~ by tenmiles on February 1, 2006.