Tuesday, November 15, 2005


He saw the face peering through the Venetian blinds. Those fierce eyes startled him. But he didn't blame her for studying him so intently. One couldn't be too careful, especially now, during the alien scare. He walked up the creaky porch stairs, balancing the pizza box on his hand. At the door he pressed the button that sounded the chimes inside. He recalled what he'd heard about the aliens. Confused reports, each of them different, but all agreeing on the fiercely intent gaze and the face with no mouth. It was rumored they could cloud one's thoughts with their telepathic concentration, even make it seem as if they'd spoken. Take that woman at the window. He hadn't actually seen her mouth had he? But then he imagined he had and was calm again. He heard footsteps and the door swung open. "Put it on the table," he heard from the shadows behind the door. He entered, and did as he was told. As he turned to leave he saw the door was closed. She stood before it, staring into him with that fierce look. He felt compelled to sit down, to reach for a slice of pizza. He was very, very hungry and had to eat. All the while those eyes were upon him, watching every motion. He felt a deep sense of melancholy. Her feelings in him, complex feelings, slowly illuminated. They were oh so advanced, could talk with their thoughts, could breath nourishment through the pores of their skin, yet this evolution had cost them the simple oral pleasure of eating. He saw a tear roll down her face as she watched him enjoy the last bite of pizza. It crossed the smooth skin where her lips would be. "And now," her thought flowered in his mind, "talk to me."

Story #309

11 comments:

Tom & Icy said...

Love how you turn things around. You can really spin a yarn.

Indeterminacy said...

Tom & Icy: Thanks for saying so. I'll keep trying, even though it's getting harder.

The Mushroom said...

I've got this feeling
Somebody's watching meeeee...

-- Rockwell w/ Michael Jackson

It must be tough to come up with stories for pictures every day. That's why I could not run a site like this -- I might have a crate of photos and a stunning wit for short captions and the occasional story, but I couldn't be creative and verbose every day with every photo. This must be why we like each other. :-D

Doug said...

The creature from planet Diva.

Indeterminacy said...

And all the time I thought she was Venetian.

The Mushroom said...

...booooo!...

Indeterminacy said...

Mushroom, somehow I missed your commment above the boo. Actually the first couple of weeks of stories was easy and I'd been posting 7 days a week for a long time. But it's started to get harder. I know I think I wrote this to you about a year ago and you suggested I post a caption every now and then instead of a story. Trouble is I have trouble bringing things to such a compact point. That is probably why we admire each other. I'm glad I've said I'll stop after 360 stories. On the other hand I'd like to go on with something, maybe just not something daily.

Alice: In Wonderland or Not said...

Sort of creepy story. I love creepy stories though.

Yes,it must me extremely difficult from a time perspective.

Indeterminacy said...

Hi Alice: Always happy to creep you out - I think.

The problem is I have too many photos, and they start to overwhelm me, because I never know which one to use anymore. I look for one that gives me an odd association and then I write something based on that. It's just harder to find that kind of photo. Or maybe I've thought of everything my mind can hope to think of.

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Jackal said...

Intriguing and captivating piece.