Thursday, 2 April 2015
Art work by Moolikesskittles
I am the only person that sees her.
April. With her ridiculous costume and her lob-sided smile that looks like it has been painted by a four year old with a broken crayon. For everybody else she is nothing but a corner of the eye illusion. An ocular event as sinister as the wagging tail of a dog. As devastating as a microscopic particle of dust landing on the carpet.
But she's there all the same. And I see her. And sometimes she sees me
and when she does her face drops to the floor and she will stick out her tongue or blow a raspberry across the room at me. And I know then that she is about to do something. Somebody is about to trip over their own feet on the sidewalk.
Somebody is about to piss themselves in the middle of a very important meeting.
Somebody is about to declare their love to somebody who is going to spit every single ounce of their love straight back
at their face like a two day old piece of gum.
(C) Ally Atherton 2015
Written for the Light and Shade Challenge and Day One
of the A to Z blog challenge.