DIRT, WASTE, AND OUTCAST. The golden men in freshly groomed suits would’ve described the outskirt of this deserted place, yet they still manage to stop by once in awhile. I assumed the destination in which every conscious minds would have resisted to stop here, as the valley of ashes laid between their desires; the yellow city of life, itself.
It was early noon under the vacant sunlight when two men appeared, almost solidly, at the rusting door of my garage. One I can say, is none-other than Tom Buchanan, a man of God-make masculinity. A large object like him would’ve taken authoritative over his surroundings, although hollow within. As for the other man, Nick, I believed, seem rather lost under his wondering mind.
“Hello, Wilson, old man,” said Tom, slapping jovially on my loose shoulder. “How’s business?”
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“And if you feel that way about it, maybe I’d better sell it somewhere else after all.” “I don’t mean that,” I tried to explain but my voice trailed off.
Tom glanced impatiently at the staircase and out of the corner of my eye, Myrtle emerges from the steps. Wrapped in a dress of royal blue, her unsettling beauty radiates like the silvery ashes. They might take me for a fool as to how I see my wife, but only a fool could reach as far as the flickering lights and become the illusion in which he dreamt for himself-------
“Get some chairs, why don’t you, so somebody can sit down, ” She said temptingly.
“Oh, sure,” I hesitantly agreed and walked toward my little office that mingle carelessly with the white cement of the cracked wall….
By the time I came back with two chairs, curving against my arms, the room was quietly empty beside for the dusts’ silhouettes. One by one the sound of mechanic cries begin to fade and the murky fog retrieves a path, revealing the unstable billboard that held high the eyes of Doctor T.J.
It was early noon under the vacant sunlight when two men appeared, almost solidly, at the rusting door of my garage. One I can say, is none-other than Tom Buchanan, a man of God-make masculinity. A large object like him would’ve taken authoritative over his surroundings, although hollow within. As for the other man, Nick, I believed, seem rather lost under his wondering mind.
“Hello, Wilson, old man,” said Tom, slapping jovially on my loose shoulder. “How’s business?”
“I can’t …show more content…
“And if you feel that way about it, maybe I’d better sell it somewhere else after all.” “I don’t mean that,” I tried to explain but my voice trailed off.
Tom glanced impatiently at the staircase and out of the corner of my eye, Myrtle emerges from the steps. Wrapped in a dress of royal blue, her unsettling beauty radiates like the silvery ashes. They might take me for a fool as to how I see my wife, but only a fool could reach as far as the flickering lights and become the illusion in which he dreamt for himself-------
“Get some chairs, why don’t you, so somebody can sit down, ” She said temptingly.
“Oh, sure,” I hesitantly agreed and walked toward my little office that mingle carelessly with the white cement of the cracked wall….
By the time I came back with two chairs, curving against my arms, the room was quietly empty beside for the dusts’ silhouettes. One by one the sound of mechanic cries begin to fade and the murky fog retrieves a path, revealing the unstable billboard that held high the eyes of Doctor T.J.