Imagination, Faith And Magic (Part Four)

Part One Here
Part Two Here
Part Three Here

What transpired was this: she left.

She left the little coffee shop with books and the Used Tire Salesman and went home.

I know, that's not very exciting, but then despair never has been.

The really good thing about Andi Arthur, though, was this: she had the tenacity of a brindle bulldog - that fearful creature that has been known to sink its teeth into the flesh of a 2000 pound raging bull with rolling eyes, slashing horns and steel hoofs and never let go - even in death. That was Andi.

For months, there was nothing. Silence. Space. An empty void of dull sunlight. Everything being exactly what it appeared to be. All things behaving exactly as they were suppose to.

At this point, I am suppose to say "and then the clouds broke" but of course what I really must say is that the clouds began to gather, rolling in from a direction not found on a compass. And if you had been there and had laid down on your back in the middle of field and tried to make out shapes in those clouds, you would have seen the strangest things. And once you had gone away, you would only be able to shake your head and say that you had seen, what could only be described as, well, a great cloud of witnesses.

And indeed, you would be right.

To be continued...

posted by Headless-in-GR @ 9/13/2006 07:03:00 PM

 

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