A little bit of contrived surrealist theater

“See that flower there?”
“It’s a candle, and it’s not there.”
“Yes, it is a black cross, and it’s coming out of the ground. – Nearer each day to thee.”

The crippled sparrow* sat unperturbed while the haughty crow kept on smoking his thoughtful pipe. They called each other Dr. Johnson and Sweet Louise in their tenderer, less combative moments.

Eventually the silence of the austere library was broken by the minnow maid traipsing in** to serve tea.

* one wing missing
** on the end of its tail

– James Steerforth (© 2007)

Note
This one continues where A little bit of effortless surrealist poetry took off and Ferociously unfounded joined up a little later.

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About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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