Darkness. Everywhere I look, darkness.
A Short Story
Fiction & Literature, Literary Theory & Criticism, British
| Author: | Alexandra Orth | ISBN: | 9783640911417 |
| Publisher: | GRIN Verlag | Publication: | May 10, 2011 |
| Imprint: | GRIN Verlag | Language: | English |
| Author: | Alexandra Orth |
| ISBN: | 9783640911417 |
| Publisher: | GRIN Verlag |
| Publication: | May 10, 2011 |
| Imprint: | GRIN Verlag |
| Language: | English |
Essay from the year 2009 in the subject English - Literature, Works, grade: 2,0, University of Freiburg (Englisches Seminar), course: HS: Short Fiction, language: English, abstract: Darkness. Everywhere I look, darkness. Listen. Can you hear the sound of this gorgeous girl? Listen to her 'click - cluck, click - cluck'. Steady like my clock at home, 'tick - tuck, click - cluck', forwarded from the narrow alleys. My imagination runs wild. By analysing the sound of her steps I can paint a picture in my mind. She seems to be a very elegant comely person the way she uses to walk in her high heels. The same swinging rhythm you'll find on the catwalks. The little pause between her 'click - cluck' tells me something about her size. She has to be tall but still very graceful the way she conquers the cobbled pavement. What is she up to? Why is she disturbing the silence of the night? It's 4 o'clock in the morning. There are better times being awake. I decide to walk back home and to leave my Mystery to the dark - knowing we probably won't share the night together. Back home I try to get some sleep. These sleeping pills stacked on my bed table are very helpful friends. Every night I step into the boxing ring with the chemical industry to get knocked-out by these little cocktails in the shape of a pill. It's been almost two years ago now, since I last saw my wife. Maybe this mysterious woman reminded me of her. I don't really know. She sounded so familiar...
Essay from the year 2009 in the subject English - Literature, Works, grade: 2,0, University of Freiburg (Englisches Seminar), course: HS: Short Fiction, language: English, abstract: Darkness. Everywhere I look, darkness. Listen. Can you hear the sound of this gorgeous girl? Listen to her 'click - cluck, click - cluck'. Steady like my clock at home, 'tick - tuck, click - cluck', forwarded from the narrow alleys. My imagination runs wild. By analysing the sound of her steps I can paint a picture in my mind. She seems to be a very elegant comely person the way she uses to walk in her high heels. The same swinging rhythm you'll find on the catwalks. The little pause between her 'click - cluck' tells me something about her size. She has to be tall but still very graceful the way she conquers the cobbled pavement. What is she up to? Why is she disturbing the silence of the night? It's 4 o'clock in the morning. There are better times being awake. I decide to walk back home and to leave my Mystery to the dark - knowing we probably won't share the night together. Back home I try to get some sleep. These sleeping pills stacked on my bed table are very helpful friends. Every night I step into the boxing ring with the chemical industry to get knocked-out by these little cocktails in the shape of a pill. It's been almost two years ago now, since I last saw my wife. Maybe this mysterious woman reminded me of her. I don't really know. She sounded so familiar...
