Sunday, August 24, 2008

The Blue Orchid


Paper chess figurines float through the air over some dry bushes, burnt coal matches, rusty hacksaws and torn circus posters. From the railings, the smiling face of a Cyclops declares that the random viewer, whoever he might be, is in fact, Melancholia itself. An olive-colored rock stares at the poster, a guilty blue orchid stretching into a smile from one of its cracks. The special tactics unit slowly approaches the orchid, blazing guns choking their hands, and with due diligence reaches for the tender flower. Then, the wind wavers, the orchid shakes and the special tactics unit goes pale, then drops dead to the ground. As the evening approaches, the orchid grows ever more beautiful.

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