Monday, February 19, 2007

The Stilted Man

This is tedium, thought the shamble leg man, this not quite being anything or anywhere. A man with a pool ball head scramble passed on high stilts affixed to his trousers with brads and twill. His legs bucked at the knees and crabbed inwards. The pool ball headed man rubbed his leg with the flat of his hand, corseting to one side like a flagstaff. An elderly woman with a spoiled apple face lost her balance and faltered to the sidewalk, her handbag clutched to her chest. The stilted man shinnied over her, his face pawned to the left, clacking his stilts together like castanets as he went.

3 comments:

John MacDonald said...

"spoiled apple face". Nice.

Stephen Rowntree said...

Thanks, John, always NICE to read from you. Remember, if you will, those spoiled apple-faced dolls with silver candy eyes?

S

John MacDonald said...

yes. as kids we weren't allowed to buy them, nor make them. pure evil.

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