|ice cubes in milk.
||[Jun. 7th, 2004|03:16 am]
the sky had a menacing look. josef, thinking this, was free of any sort of idiom or metaphor. several times in the past couple of months the sky had dove down out of itself, talons out-streached, & snatched away people from his neighborhood. the first had been hansel, who was dressed in snow-pants & a deer-hunting cap. an akward way to be remembered, isn't it? but thats the thing about the sky. it strikes out of the (again, literal) blue. you could be washing your car in mortifyingly short shorts, or sunning yourself topless in your back yard & then SWOOSH! the sky would carry you off. dumb old sky.