Only a long, gleaming tilde, that disappears beneath Gabriel's bed.
Blissfully ignorant, the orderly stands, unfolding himself lithely; even through his (brilliantly) white uniform, the smooth mechanism of his back is evident - a marvel of precision engineering.
Without turning, he places the brush and dustpan to one side, on top of the cart. From the depths of the pan, an icy glitter: not snowflakes at all, but tiny shards of glass.
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Date: 2008-02-10 03:42 am (UTC)Only a clean 'S' through the thin dust.
Only a long, gleaming tilde, that disappears beneath Gabriel's bed.
Blissfully ignorant, the orderly stands, unfolding himself lithely; even through his (brilliantly) white uniform, the smooth mechanism of his back is evident - a marvel of precision engineering.
Without turning, he places the brush and dustpan to one side, on top of the cart. From the depths of the pan, an icy glitter: not snowflakes at all, but tiny shards of glass.