|
|
#18
|
|
sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
|
Nanika's eyes followed Tritonia's to nails that even as the owner of Osta's finest brothel she would never be able to afford. The fanged smile sent chills down her spine and she wondered if it was manicured as well or just a natural feature of the vile woman. "With the 'terrible' service received, I am tempted to ask why you yet linger," Nanika said placing her hands on her hips, cocking one to the side, "You were never slandered nor berated and I cannot allow you to berate our finest girl here."
Ah, so that's why you are the way you are, she thought, not allowing her face to betray that thought saying instead, "That sounds like as decent excuse as any to take in the finest features of someone. No, I will not allow that. Well. If I can't provide you with any more services, you can sit and wittle away at the table you purchased proper to your heart's content. I have other customers to tend to. Good day, madame." Nanika's use of the word "madame" was quite intentional and she used it as venomously as could possibly be mustered.
All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.
Even insects breathe.
-Rawi Hage, Cockroach
|
|
Posted 05-07-2018, 03:52 AM
|
|
|