Sorry, friends! The CD of our SideWalk show on August 2 was a wash. Technical gremlins, even before I got my fingers on it. So no MP3 – let alone a YouTube item.
Here’s a snippet. No sound. No pictures. See previous post for names of contributors. What’s below is up to you and however you hear/see/imagine Elinor Nauen, Mike DeCapite, Francis Levy, and Martha King in concert:
[Elinor] Tabitha pressed her face again the cold skin of the mirror. I wish it would snow, she thought. I love making snow angels. Washing her hands in the sink took all her concentration, soaping each finger. She thought of her fosters taking her to see the water lilies at the Botanical Gardens. She walked between them holding their hands.
[Mike] The lilies floated across their pond of shallow water; each stalk had six petals like long white fingers.
[Elinor] She’d clipped Danielle’s nails, holding the dead girl’s hand in her own, the fingers still warm. But the way they curled reminded her of petals beginning to wilt. The sound the clippers made. Hawkins cupping his hand to catch them.
[Mike & Francis] Come on, Come on, Come On, Come on, and Take It!
[Mike] “Tabitha!” Hawkins barreled down the hall, ripped open the bathroom door, and punched her in the small of her back. In the mirror she could see the toothpaste bubbles spatter, the surprise in her eyes.
In the near distance Shiv could see the splayed legs of the camel and the panting dogs, muzzles smudged with blood and eyes glowing through the heat. They were the first satisfied animals he’d seen in weeks.
[Francis] I wanna see me some vagina before you get in the ring with him.
[Martha] It is Thursday now and I didn’t work at all on this yesterday, but as I was coming to bed around twelve-thirty or one last night, Cathy spoke the following phrases to me:
[Elinor] “Who are you?”
[Mike] “Are you from a book?”
[Francis] “Tomorrow you can meet the owner of the house.”
[Elinor & Mike] “Is someone asleep?”