Breaking Glass.
Jun. 4th, 2009 09:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jolantruWell, this is it.
I see. It looks old. Sure it’s the right place?
I double-checked. Unit 1-10.
Wonder if he’s in or not.
Looks like he’s not. Nobody’s answering the door.
Is he seriously batshit crazy? I mean, all the junk outside. Some are positively ancient. Fire hazard, definitely. All the newspapers are already yellow!
He’s just a little eccentric, that’s all. I mean, he’s harmless.
The neighbors say that they keep hearing the sound of breaking glass at night. That’s why they called us. They don’t want people to get hurt. He’s obviously a hoarder. Not sure if he’s violent ---
The neighbors also say that he likes hanging wind chimes made of glass bits on the black wattle trees outside the apartment block. Colorful glass bits, mind you, made of broken glass bottles and fishing string.
Okay, the door is slightly ajar. Want to go in? We are volunteers, right? Ladies first.
It is so dark and musty. And what am I seeing? Wait. Glass bottles. Look, Cedric, just look at all these glass bottles. Different colors. Green, blue, red, transparent. He must have collected them from the coffee shops and the dumpsters. So many bottles.
Ouch. I seem to have stepped into glass shards. Oh wow. He really polishes them, doesn’t him? All the sharp edges gone. So smooth, like pebbles.
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An excerpt from a longer story.
I see. It looks old. Sure it’s the right place?
I double-checked. Unit 1-10.
Wonder if he’s in or not.
Looks like he’s not. Nobody’s answering the door.
Is he seriously batshit crazy? I mean, all the junk outside. Some are positively ancient. Fire hazard, definitely. All the newspapers are already yellow!
He’s just a little eccentric, that’s all. I mean, he’s harmless.
The neighbors say that they keep hearing the sound of breaking glass at night. That’s why they called us. They don’t want people to get hurt. He’s obviously a hoarder. Not sure if he’s violent ---
The neighbors also say that he likes hanging wind chimes made of glass bits on the black wattle trees outside the apartment block. Colorful glass bits, mind you, made of broken glass bottles and fishing string.
Okay, the door is slightly ajar. Want to go in? We are volunteers, right? Ladies first.
It is so dark and musty. And what am I seeing? Wait. Glass bottles. Look, Cedric, just look at all these glass bottles. Different colors. Green, blue, red, transparent. He must have collected them from the coffee shops and the dumpsters. So many bottles.
Ouch. I seem to have stepped into glass shards. Oh wow. He really polishes them, doesn’t him? All the sharp edges gone. So smooth, like pebbles.
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An excerpt from a longer story.
