"What are you looking at?" our poor soul asked, not very nicely, mostly because he was not very nice, but also because he was suffering from a sore head, and also a sore end. The nameless road was not that smooth, to be honest, no matter what the driver liked to claim.
The duck stayed quiet. It was shy, after all. But perhaps, around the edges of its eyes, it began to glow with a faint tinge of red.
The water pipes clanked as if there was someone in them—perhaps there was, who knows? Our nameless traveller cast his stained and dusty garments onto the floor, happy in the knowledge that it would not be he who would later have to scrub at them with extra strength laundry soap. He slid into the steaming water and regarded the duck. The duck stared at the same patch of wall it had been staring at for the past forty three days.
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A Tale of A Rubber Duck
Date: 2006-11-02 05:06 pm (UTC)The duck stayed quiet. It was shy, after all. But perhaps, around the edges of its eyes, it began to glow with a faint tinge of red.
The water pipes clanked as if there was someone in them—perhaps there was, who knows? Our nameless traveller cast his stained and dusty garments onto the floor, happy in the knowledge that it would not be he who would later have to scrub at them with extra strength laundry soap. He slid into the steaming water and regarded the duck. The duck stared at the same patch of wall it had been staring at for the past forty three days.
It waited, and tried not to glow too much.
Re: A Tale of A Rubber Duck
Date: 2006-11-05 01:19 pm (UTC)