Sunday, May 25, 2008

AN OUTBREAK OF ADVERBS


LAST MONDAY

I'm no good as a gangster.

I swaggered into that Manchester bookshop - tough talk ready - looked at the bookseller - - - and stalled.

In fearful silence I approached the counter, unscrewed the flower press - and laid the fern bare.

Marjorie looked at it (in silence)

bent down behind the counter (in silence)

took a large, flat, wooden box from a shelf below - (the kind expensive cigars come in (only wider)) (in silence)

laid it on the counter (in silence)

and opened it (in silence).

There, arranged neatly in rows, were yellow Plutonian Fern Fronds (pressed) with a pressed geranium flower beside every one.

She looked at me (fearfully).

I looked at her (puzzledly).

She locked the shop (still silently) and we left by the 'staff entrance' (quickly).

In a back street that was even 'backer' than the one I'd come in by, there is a coffee shop.

Good.
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3 comments:

Ron Eklof said...

Suddenly, as if there were any other speed, I see you have a book here. A handmade book on crafted paper with charming artwork and intriguing prose. It was the new setup via a blue wheelbarrow that gave the chapter headings. Write on.
Ron

Esther Montgomery said...

A book maybe (that would be good!) - but on handmade paper? That would make it a millionaire collector's item!

Esther

Ron Eklof said...

A collector's item indeed! A work of art no less. One of a kind. Let the bidding wars begin.
Paperback for the rest of us.
Ron