Umwelt: Episode 10: Pretty Kitty
Peggy Dunne’s horn blows thrice, a warning of imminent departure. In the waning sunlight it ripples mournful as an eagle’s cry about the platform. Petulant, slender as a quill, Sebus Grimm leans upon… Read More
Peggy Dunne’s horn blows thrice, a warning of imminent departure. In the waning sunlight it ripples mournful as an eagle’s cry about the platform. Petulant, slender as a quill, Sebus Grimm leans upon… Read More
Beady eye peeks sneaky, subtle. Shines through the slim gap between door and wall, bright as a bauble. Rolls to and fro, scanning the slew of bodies strutting on the street. Meg skip… Read More
Rinky dink jaunt of a piano plucked honky-tonk tune spills out to the street. High kicked as a can-can leg it rips into tender ears. Minnie raises full skirts, booted feet. Larks in… Read More
Consumed. Mouth of boiling dust. Within the tumult of stinging sand it becomes a grey torrent, yellow lips given way to dark throat. Methodical violence concealed by chaos. Darkness like thunderheads sunk to… Read More
Lone grizzled cowpoke drapes the saloon rail. Hat cocked low over hooded eyes. Blows a melancholy tune on a mouth harp. Slow, easy blues. Notes rise in moaning ululations. Coil through the air,… Read More
Deep, distorted thump of music. Heavy beats underlie a dissonant slew of synth. Heads bob up, down. Human pistons in the dance machine. Hair flies, a multitude of wings. Blonde, red, black, purple,… Read More
Deep throat of morning, on the cusp of midday. Thick, throat-throttling stench of oil lies heavy on the air, stings eyes to veined red. Half in, half out of the saloon door, some… Read More
Click clack, heels smack the floor as she struts out. Struts on. Arse in, tits out, legs flash. Ignores stares. Nothing out of the ordinary here. She’s mostly clean, only a smear here… Read More
A deuce of dusty suns leer over the ridge. One a great bright ball of smouldering yellow, the other a dull red. Like a machine eye. Smoky and malevolent. Choke sits on a… Read More
Red display clicks over from 7:29 to :30. Crackles. Begins to blare. A high-pitched groan escapes from under the duvet; arm follows it like a feeler, a pale tentacle. Knocks the alarm to… Read More
