Storylet, A Tragedied Novel//Heide & Martinez & Belflower
if he wore a little face, little
What if she were more weight, again
it is clear that Oyster lacks in the tact department. He says, “How much
do you weigh? I’ll translate, How much do you weigh?”
has been gone beneath the wave, in pre-living for so long now:
needed to be done to court lovely
herself in the third person. This is her attempt at humor. Since she can
reflect herself at any time just by bending over and looking at her legs
she may be able to talk to herself in a way that we as humans cannot.
However, the reflection would be in her genitals. There is either comedy
or a lesson here.
is a tempo to the
pools that sunk poor
himself in the third person attempting to distance himself from the Oyster
that Window and we have become accustomed to.
amongst the coiled, amongst the corpse of that the undecided
removes a handkerchief tucked into his moist folds and daubs his cheeks.
He then begins to consider a long monologue centered on a specific flower
(though he keeps it a secret) and its wooing power toward Window. He mulls
over words like “thine,” and its rhyme “vine.” He wants to
associate his love for her with something grand but the light is stinging
his skin like a piece of detritus. He won't expostulate just yet
considering his communicative difficulties so far.
has a contraction suddenly
belly rising and births. As
you would assume this is embarrassing for Oyster. The test he used showed
blue not pink, as the back of the package stated, this shouldn’t be
happening. He will be writing them a very fierce letter. His birth reminds
us of a pearl
image drops from the wall, amongst the unstilled Water. Again
Window’s position changes. What are we to symbolize from this? Why was
the water already unstilled or are we able to glimpse that moment of the
angular window meeting the smooth watery surface?
pulls caught caddis from
lays her head against some soft sand, knowing that it may cost him years
of pearl manufacture. He recalls the scene in “From Here to Eternity,”
while simultaneously remembering Steinbeck’s’ short story “The
Chrysanthemums,” and whispers to Window’s frame, ”And, with all
retold tales that are in people’s hearts, there are only good and bad
things and black and white things and good and evil things and no
in-between. If this story is a parable, perhaps everyone takes his own
meaning from it and reads his own life into it.” He finishes and
immediately remembers that that was from “The Pearl.” He keeps this to
himself because it appears to work. Window’s face is opening.