Nicky Sortheix -a friend- used to write these incredible surreal stories. Found one from 1993 in an old backup. Its every bit as good as I remember it. I love the creativity that inspires the mind while stretching the everyday probable into the boundless possible.
Enjoy!
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Msg : 25 of 31 + 31 Rcv
From : Nicky Sortheix 4:900/131.2 Lu 01 Mar 93 10:36
To : Andres Ferraro
Subj : Archivos Literarios ’92
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Aqui te mando como me pediste mi ensayo en ingles.
Unreal snapshots # 1
Fade to deep blue.
A jester drowning in a pool of diamond tears. With his heart shattered, tainted forever, crimson with agony, blue with sorrow and his soul sinking below the waves to a kingdom of lillies and rainbows where wrecked submarines lie still, caressed by peacock feathers and sugar clouds.
Fade to amber.
A dolphin, twisted arrow slicing accross the waters. Up and down between green skies and marmelade seas, dancing alone among stars and cellos, blowing bubbles and holes against a venusian sunset.
A cat, Neko, and a lonely Queen of Hearts, my sweet Colombine
A dodo, not the last one but the one before, walking silly and wearing a tuxedo two sizes too small, starts singing a tune made of sweet almonds and chocolate chip. It gets carried away by lead balloons and flaming jellyfish that take him straight to Victoria Station.
Fade to green.
A frog, nothing special about it. Just a frog.
Pierrot is lost in his thoughts, lost in his life, lost without hope. Colombine waits while the cat draws exotic japanese birds standing on cherry trees. The claw traces exquisite features and the birds look so real that the cat is fooled by its own art and eats them. The frog stares.
Minstrels and robins sing to the oncoming day while crystal parrots play hide and seek in the ruins of a lost cathedral.
Fade to cherry red.
A flying saucer lands on a deserted beach, shortly followed by another, then by a flying tea pot, two flying teacups, a pair of flying tea spoons and some strawberry cake and million dollar sandwiches. Tea for two is ready. The frog is still not interested but curiosity is starting to itch its long bunny ears.
The jester would love to join the singing but as he starts to sing his broken heart begins to cry Colombine a song. His voice cracks, he remains silent and his soul fills the winds with sad emotions and four-leaved clovers.
The dolphin flies atune with the undertow, chasing schools of silvery ilusions watching them change course, evade threats, and disolve swallowed by the endless ocean.
Fade to silver.
Tsuni, the moon, has nothing to do in this story so she is politely asked to leave the stage. She complies gracefully but doesn’t go far. She choses to stay in the shadows.
The clock strikes ten, then strikes a match, then lights a cigarette and turns into smoke.
Dodo is late for tomorrow and tomorrow is a mexican lie.
An abandoned house, forgotten shelter.
Too many toys in the attic, tin soldiers parade and perform brave attacks against dismembered teddy bears and headless dolls. They die their metallic deaths without screams or medals. Chinese dragons watch in admiration. Neko chases the frog up the stairs and they both climb and climb for hours until they reach the basement.
Confetti starts to rain.
The frog jumps too high and catches Tsuni by surprise, they fall in love and play hide and seek behind the seven suns. The night belongs to lavender stars and merciless samurais.
Fade to dark.
Pierrot and Colombine finally find each other, they start to dance together making high pitched noises of pure joy, proyecting columns of emerald waters and black flotsam. They ride the waves to the skyline where their destinies mix for the eternity.
Thus ends the story of both dolphins.
On the beach, there’s an unstarted tea party, a lost Dodo (not the last one but the one before) and a deck of cards with a missing Queen of Hearts.
Fade to grey.
Neko licks one of its paws, cleans it and blinks, then … who knows?
A jester, all by himself.
A jester, quietly fading away, away, away.
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* Origin: The Hut of Baba Yaga (4:900/131.2)
