GLACE À LA GLACE
GLACE À LA GLACE
Stillness enters the space as he begins to speak. I
am not wearing the same pretty face you saw earlier. I am not wearing any face at all. I prefer you cease the inquiries. You cannot know who lies beside you tonight. I will telephone your sister to tell her you will be arriving soon.
At these words she reached out to him as if to say
no. She placed her hand further than where she had heard his voice. She stretched her fingers into the black void before her eyes and felt nothing. The sound of chimes darted from where her arm extended. He was dialing the telephone. She searched the night again now with both hands. A dull ringing sounded from the earpiece of a telephone just beside her. The high pitch of her sister’s voice soon responded.
He began to speak. Sheʹs now reaching for me as
I’m speaking to you. Of course she’s finding nothing. Fabricated Under the Shower of Your Gaze I cannot tell you everything says the man with a
I’ve ceased to fulfill her blind fantasy. It’s exhausting. I will have to send her away before she begins to question the fabric of her reality. I cannot do this tonight. I have a
tired sigh. He turns onto his side, facing away from her.
long day ahead of me tomorrow.
I would like to know everything she replies,
Hearing their conversation she gives up searching
propping herself up onto her elbows.
his body in the dark, understanding now that she’s been
After a long pause she turns to him in the dark
defeated by her own burning desire for a man of her
and says it again. He sighs and groans while rummaging
dreams. It was only an illusion fabricated under the
the bedside table. A few pieces of something twinkle to
shower of her wishful gaze.
the ground. Her curiosity is still not shaken. She says his
name into the dark and receives no more response than chains twinkling through the room. 44