Friday, April 07, 2006

Writing Parable

This was written three years ago, in the notebook of Lost Music:

She hated their criticisms, their comments, their snide laughter - so she sank the knife into her belly and began to pull out her small intestine - yards and yards of it unspooling, until a little Italian man arrived and put up his hands, as if trying to stop a car from hitting him. He shook his head and said, "They won't eat that. You'll have to make it more appetizing for them."

She nodded and cut some meat from her right thigh, and chopped it very fine, then stuffed it into the intestine and twisted it every six inches or so. The Italian man nodded.

"It might not be very clean, but at least they'll take a bite."

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