Tall Tale Tuesday: Carnival Update
aptisms - MrJames
Everything around Thunk seemed to flicker, and afterward, there was no sky.
He was still standing in the same spot, but the Carnies, the wolf, the women, all were gone. The patrons, milling about in confusion, were gone. The afternoon sky was replaced with an endless black abyss, devoid of stars or clouds. In the distance, there were the sounds of battle, but here it was peaceful and quiet.
He was close. He could feel it.
Todd smiled, and began walking toward the sounds of violence. That’s where Todd would be. In the center of it, at the core. Todd would have come here, to the heart of the Carnival itself, and nothing would stand in his way.
And nothing would stop Thunk, either.
He heard a whimper, almost a sob, coming from a rickety trailer. There was no mark on it, no sign. Thunk paused. He was on a mission. How much time did he have? There came a moan, a man’s voice. How many choices did he have?
Inside he found a little man in a brown robe, his hair growing in a fringe around a bald spot on the top of his head. His face was lined with age and hardship, and tears had cut runnels in the dust on his face. There was a transparent woman straddling him, her hands sunk into his chest. Even as Thunk watched, the woman grew faintly redder, somewhat more solid-looking. The little monk had a leather-bound book in one hand, and he swung it weakly at her - only to have it pass harmlessly through her head as though she were nothing more than a Shadow.
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August 19th, 2008 at 5:03 pm
Hey, this time the anonymous comment on the LJ site wasn’t you! It was G.A.!
I hereby suggest you blame all future accidental anonymous posts on him.
August 19th, 2008 at 11:19 pm
So it has been written. So it shall be done.