Over his wrists, now, too - warm, and dry, and holding them in place, and the flickering of the light gleams on scales.
And the flickering
and the flick-ering
flicker
The orderly reaches for his brush, grasping it by the bristled end. He enunciates, clear as a bell, "God damn these lights," and in a graceful overhead sweep, jabs the handle into the fluorescent tube.
It shatters like a nova, and in the last glow, the orderly's eyes gleam gold.
And a thousand tiny shards of glass drift down and down, like snowflakes.
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Date: 2008-02-10 05:49 am (UTC)And the flickering
and the flick-ering
flicker
The orderly reaches for his brush, grasping it by the bristled end. He enunciates, clear as a bell, "God damn these lights," and in a graceful overhead sweep, jabs the handle into the fluorescent tube.
It shatters like a nova, and in the last glow, the orderly's eyes gleam gold.
And a thousand tiny shards of glass drift down and down, like snowflakes.