Maddog said...
Maddog, interpreting her silence, asked "Oh... by the look on your face I'm assuming you didn't get my letter?"
She detested swaggering, and loathed being kissed on the ear, but, she supposed, that was Maddog for you. There was still something about him that turned her blood to smoke, even after all these years. Even after all the lies they habitually told each other. There were no fruit trees in the East - they both knew it - any more than either one of them would write a letter to the other.
Vertigo knew it was the same whirlwater breakneck of tumbled emotions for Maddog. After all, She was Cats - and He was Dogs; but for now all they could do was circle each other, helpless in the grip of That Which Must Prevail.
"Me mangev te jav ando granita tumensa..." it was almost the snarl of a dog, and Vertigo glared at her tormentor, her green eyes giving off sparks.
The cats thrashed their tails as they writhed in the long dry grass that proliferated on the lower slopes of the mountain - Vertigo's mountain - and in the distance, across the far reaching green and grey valleys of The Lost Lands, there rose an anguished dischordant howl that sent the clouds shuddering for the horizon.
to be continued..?
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She detested swaggering, and loathed being kissed on the ear, but, she supposed, that was Maddog for you. There was still something about him that turned her blood to smoke, even after all these years. Even after all the lies they habitually told each other. There were no fruit trees in the East - they both knew it - any more than either one of them would write a letter to the other.
Vertigo knew it was the same whirlwater breakneck of tumbled emotions for Maddog. After all, She was Cats - and He was Dogs; but for now all they could do was circle each other, helpless in the grip of That Which Must Prevail.
"Me mangev te jav ando granita tumensa..." it was almost the snarl of a dog, and Vertigo glared at her tormentor, her green eyes giving off sparks.
The cats thrashed their tails as they writhed in the long dry grass that proliferated on the lower slopes of the mountain - Vertigo's mountain - and in the distance, across the far reaching green and grey valleys of The Lost Lands, there rose an anguished dischordant howl that sent the clouds shuddering for the horizon.
to be continued..?
*
posted by maddog at 1:41 AM
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After a disturbed sleep, they sat on the floor eating bread and blue cheese.
"Last night I had a dream. You caught my eye, I'm slicing the bread. I stop. An apple rolls onto the floor. It crosses the room, and follows the walls. Through the doorway. Down the step, step, step. Pause. Under your chair, then onto your knee." Maddog shifts uncomfortably as Vertigo continues. "You bit into the apple, knotted your face, then threw the apple in anger hard against the wall." She had raised her hand and was pointing at the wall. Involuntarily Maddog's eyes follow the accusing finger, and he half-expected to see the stain of apple pulp against the aged paintwork. "It was bitter. The apple was bitter." Vertigo's voice falters as she says.... "I... I was the apple."
Maddog rose slowly before walking to the doorway. When he reached it he looked out across what was now a sea of long grass. "When I was last here it had been a bowl of dust," he thought to himself. "And it will probably be dust again by the time I leave."
"I was the apple" Vertigo repeated - unsure whether Maddog had heard her. "It was me who was bitter" she explained. "And you threw..."
Maddog intercepted. He was still leaning on the doorframe watching the grass dance in the wind. He spoke toward the grass... "Yesterday I asked to go to the border with you. This is something the young ask of each other. It is an honour greater than betrothal. It is an honour of kinship. An honour of blood. An honour of Eternity." Maddog drew a deep breath, held it, exhaled... the phantom cigarette of a 30 year habit... a flick of its phantom ash, then... Courage. "And yet you sneered. You sneered. And now, now you talk of dreams of bitter apples. No, the apple was not bitter. The apple was sure to be poison."
"Kay zhala I suv shay zhala wi o thav. Where the needle goes, surely the thread will follow." Which of them uttered these words I do not know. Perhaps one, perhaps the other, perhaps both, perhaps neither.
O Where Oh Where has maddog gone?
O, Oh, Where did he go?
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