29.1.07

can you count?

A hand was resting on the table in front of me in a sleepy fist. Suddenly it flipped on its back and opened is fingers as if asking to have its palm read.
But as I looked into its lines it suddenly flew up and slapped my face.
I began to cry…
Then this same hand lifted and began to wipe my tears away…

the encounter
russell edson
in the tormented mirror

1 comentário:

franksy! disse...

fantástico, não é Mr.B.?!

este senhor é um Senhor!
eu vou postar por aqui mais destas coisas brilhantes que ele escreve!