Page 14 - Indies Roundtable Winter 2020
P. 14
moved his head back and forth It was growing later in the
slowly working out the stiffness in evening and every night, around
his neck. this time when the library
magically came to life, the sound
“I’m not sure I can stand much of sorrowful crying echoed from
more of this. It’s the same every down the hall. It started as low
night!” The Redcoat sounded moaning and then turned into
exasperated emphasizing each crying and then sobbing and
sometimes, screams.
word. He rolled his shoulders as
life slowly seeped into his painted “Well, someone simply must do
pewter shoulders, now flushing something!” The Redcoat
with life. suggested. “I cannot go on
listening to this every night.”
“There ain't nothin we can do it
about it so just shut your pie- “What can we do?” The Civil
hole.” The Civil War soldier War soldier, who was always in
grumbled back. opposition with the Redcoat,
asked sarcastically.
Nearby, on a plastic stand, the
The female figurine was gaining
figurine of a fantasy character mobility with each minute. She
stiffly turned her head and stared was dressed a strange costume
toward the place where the two and rode a dragon. No one knew
arguing soldiers stood at what story she was from.
attention. The sides of the dragon “I think we should find out who
she rode expanded and contracted cries?” Her arm dropped a little
as it took a deep breath and let it more. The two soldiers began to
out with a sigh. Tiny puffs of dust move more as life seeped down
their torsos and down into their
blew from his small nostrils like legs.
wisps of smoke.
As soon as the three were fully
“I am disturbed as well, but mobile, the girl jumped off the
arguing will not help.” The girl
painted in jewel tones and made
of resin admonished. She tried to
soften her voice so the soldiers
would not think she was annoyed
at them. Though she rode a
dragon, held a long dagger in a
fighting pose, in her heart she
really wanted to be a peacemaker.
Her stiff other hand pointed
outward towards an unknown
destination.
slowly working out the stiffness in evening and every night, around
his neck. this time when the library
magically came to life, the sound
“I’m not sure I can stand much of sorrowful crying echoed from
more of this. It’s the same every down the hall. It started as low
night!” The Redcoat sounded moaning and then turned into
exasperated emphasizing each crying and then sobbing and
sometimes, screams.
word. He rolled his shoulders as
life slowly seeped into his painted “Well, someone simply must do
pewter shoulders, now flushing something!” The Redcoat
with life. suggested. “I cannot go on
listening to this every night.”
“There ain't nothin we can do it
about it so just shut your pie- “What can we do?” The Civil
hole.” The Civil War soldier War soldier, who was always in
grumbled back. opposition with the Redcoat,
asked sarcastically.
Nearby, on a plastic stand, the
The female figurine was gaining
figurine of a fantasy character mobility with each minute. She
stiffly turned her head and stared was dressed a strange costume
toward the place where the two and rode a dragon. No one knew
arguing soldiers stood at what story she was from.
attention. The sides of the dragon “I think we should find out who
she rode expanded and contracted cries?” Her arm dropped a little
as it took a deep breath and let it more. The two soldiers began to
out with a sigh. Tiny puffs of dust move more as life seeped down
their torsos and down into their
blew from his small nostrils like legs.
wisps of smoke.
As soon as the three were fully
“I am disturbed as well, but mobile, the girl jumped off the
arguing will not help.” The girl
painted in jewel tones and made
of resin admonished. She tried to
soften her voice so the soldiers
would not think she was annoyed
at them. Though she rode a
dragon, held a long dagger in a
fighting pose, in her heart she
really wanted to be a peacemaker.
Her stiff other hand pointed
outward towards an unknown
destination.
