Friday, February 18, 2011

Hollow

I was chatting up a woman at this party when a SWAT team crashed through the roof and pinned me to the ground. "I'm sorry, ma'am," one of them said, "but we can't allow you to love a puppet." "A puppet?" the woman repeated. "But he seemed like such a nice man." "That's just what his puppeteer wanted you to think, ma'am," the SWAT officer responded. "Good for you we took care of him first." And I realized I had gone completely limp, even though no one was holding me down anymore. I couldn't move at all. I couldn't even look the woman in the eyes.

2 comments:

  1. Is the puppet not really just the puppeteer? Or at the least an extension of him? If they are one in the same, does it matter which one she falls in love with?
    I like the imagery. I know the SWAT team came through the roof, but I keep picturing a swanky party on top of a roof, with a helicopter landing.

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  2. I thought of the puppet as completely separate from the puppeteer. And I wasn't thinking that love was very likely---this was just a preemptive strike.

    I like your image of a swanky rooftop party better.

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