She is gowned in razors, and the blood on her hands is not her own. I have no weapons to match hers. So I study her cautiously, from far away. I conceal my scent with wormwood. I bind my belongings to my flesh so that no stray sound alerts her to my presence. It would not do to let the predator know that you are stalking it. Such a revelation would be prelude to a fatal nocturne.
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BINGO! Perfect in my eyes!
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T'would be fatal, indeed. Scarier than a Medusa with razor-wire hair. . .
ReplyDeleteWhat a scene! Perfect...
ReplyDeleteShe is gowned in razors - wow, what an image! Reminds me a little of the paperback cover of Hyperion by Dan Simmons...
So much to like in such a small space.
ReplyDeleteOh, it' just me. Master of "beside-the-point."
ReplyDeleteSince university, I've often been distracted by ephemeral information while trying to look up something else.
Googling,sort of, for an armored mythical creature, I came across a real one out of Africa a Pangolin.
"Pangolins can also emit a noxious-smelling acid from glands near the anus, similar to the spray of a skunk."
I'd say, watch out.
Cloudia, thankee. Glad you enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteErik, Medusa would be a sweetheart compared to this one.
Vesper, I remember seeing that cover of Hyperion way back when. I've not actually read the book but I think I actually have a copy buried in boxes somewhere in my closet.
Travis Cody, thanks, man.
Ivan, Pangolins are pretty cool creatures. I'd like to have one as a pet. :)
You say so much in a few words. Bravo!
ReplyDeletenice! great word choice.
ReplyDeleteGetting darker there, Charles. Nothing wrong with that.
ReplyDeleteRiot Kitty, thanks very much. I really appreciate that. I try.
ReplyDeleteGreg, appreciate it, man.
Ty, been in a fairly dark mood lately. No particular reason, just winter coming I guess
A razor-clothed female predator? I think she has spotted him and he doesn't know it yet — dark and scary, Charles.
ReplyDeleteYou're one helluva descriptive son-of-a-gun, Charles. I could have you at BEAT to a PULP every week.
ReplyDeletePrashant, I think she has too. She's only letting him think he might still be hidden.
ReplyDeleteDavid, thanks, man. :)
It seems that you don't use contractions in this sort of writing. Am I right?
ReplyDeletePatti, I generally don't. I guess in a way this kind of language, to me, seems to need a sort of gravitas, and contractions often diminish that.
ReplyDeleteGowned in razors is almost a corollary to "razored zen" -- soft, tranquil, but the surprising edge. An underlying theme to your work?
ReplyDeleteRichard, I must admit to having a fondness for the word razor. I've used it quite often in fiction and poetry.
ReplyDeleteScary!
ReplyDeleteDeka, then that is cool!
ReplyDeletethat's pretty intense! I think I'll go back to rabbit hunting :)
ReplyDeleteA striking paragraph, with elements that stir the imagination.
ReplyDeleteSage, probably safer for sure.
ReplyDeleteBernard, thank you, man.
"Prelude to a fatal nocturne" for sure.
ReplyDeletelove the nuances; look forward to the full tale....
ReplyDeleteOscar, I rewrote the last two lines of this since.
ReplyDeleteLaughingwolf, thanks, man. What is going on with you? I don't see many posts from your direction anymore?
Watch your beard, Charles-she's got a gown of razors!
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