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Life of the Short-Lived (pt. 3)
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 Created on 11-10-07
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I quickly decided that listening to this old man who seemed nice was better than the alternative scenario that was currently running reel-like through my head. I turned around, squinting, and grabbed the soft mushy thing that my head had been lying on earlier and squeezed it with all my might, while sitting on the firm thing and leaning against the wall.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” he asked. I nodded.
“Now first things first, can you open your eyes?” I wanted to say no, but once again my mouth failed me, so I lifted my head and tried to open my eyes but only managed to squint at the blurry shadow that loomed before me. I lifted my hand and blocked the light that was keeping me from seeing what I wanted and suddenly the old voice had a face to match. Towering before me was an aged face, complete with the laugh lines of a million jokes and the wrinkles of an overbearing life. His faded grey eyes burned with an invisible passion strong enough to spark a thousand flames and yet even that was dimmed by the weight of his years. Set between a firm nose and jaw was a slight mouth, spread to reveal two rows of pearly whites so brilliant they were almost reflective in the light of The Lab. Framing his wonderfully weathered face was a thick head of gray hair, streaked with a few single black strands here and there.
The simple act of blocking the stinging light allowed my eyes to adjust properly and I took in all that was before me. The wall opposite me, behind the old man, was made completely of paneled textured glass. Beyond I could see the faintest outline of something ominously big. The other three walls were painted a soft, pastel, sky blue and had hanging from them various paintings, pictures, and lesson boards. In the far corner, opposite the bed was a wooden desk, empty save a circular disc in the center.
“Well you’re definitely smarter than the others.” the old man said, instantly snapping me out of my daze. “It took them at least two days to figure out how to just nod ‘yes’ or ‘no’.” He shrugged off the memory like a large and heavy woolen coat and continued.
to be continued......
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CaPlanePourToi - the room description was intended to be in this part b/c i think it flows better this way, hope you liked it.
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Please Login to post comments| On November 12th 2007 CaPlanePourToi Said : | |
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Cool SHit! Je l'aime. It's very good. The only problem I saw was "million" and "thousand" so close together in their description of the old man.
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