Caucasian woman, mid 20s, with spiky brown hair and defined philtrum, poised in front of a workspace covered in lengths of ribbon, wire, pliers and rusty edges encased in drying resin, reading aloud.
253, Geoff Ryman (St. Martins Griffin)
Page 84:Mr. Savi Gupta
Breathing unhemmed. Pelvis relaxes. As I unfold, a tear wells, veiling a cruelly clear lens. Voices retreating, I give in and listen.
Outward appearance
Fleshy Indian man in loose brown shirt and camel-coloured overcoat. Slightly bouffant hair with waves. Holds a rolled, unread newspaper. Sits sprawled and relaxed, like a laundry basket of expensive clothes.
Sweet surprise, this storytime songstress.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Out where the street ends, in a basement apartment
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2 comments:
so, how ironic is it that when you find a person reading 253, they're not on the subway?
Actually, it's a good thing. If she had been on the subway, and you had seen her there, I think you would have been instantly sucked into a postmodern hall of self-referential mirrors, and we would never have seen you directly again.
Haha! Brilliant!
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