Love: An Introduction
Her skin was aglow when she was excited. One evening, in her excitement she slit her skin somehow. Light particles poured all over the street. They gushed towards a direction the slope went.
People who slept in their bedrooms became conscious of this light. It was as if a million light bulbs rolled through the streets. They stepped out of their houses and danced in that light. Bathed in it. And they all gushed along with the light.
There was a blind man in the town, however, who unperturbed by the light went in the opposite direction, against the slope. He discovered the girl.
And as he waltzed with her in silence, he exclaimed - "I've seen many darknesses, none as colorful as yours."
People who slept in their bedrooms became conscious of this light. It was as if a million light bulbs rolled through the streets. They stepped out of their houses and danced in that light. Bathed in it. And they all gushed along with the light.
There was a blind man in the town, however, who unperturbed by the light went in the opposite direction, against the slope. He discovered the girl.
And as he waltzed with her in silence, he exclaimed - "I've seen many darknesses, none as colorful as yours."
Labels: blindness, color, darkness, fiction, flash fiction, light, love, short story, skin, story, surreal, surrealism, waltz
3/08/2008 3:58 AM
Two points stand out brightest in this for me. The image of the lightbulbs in the street and that final paragraph and statement. Stunning stuff as ever. top