--- Thank you for the DD feature to ^arctoa! It is a real appreciation to get a second DD on one of my abstract works. Also thank you for the favs and comments.
Composed almost entirely through defined blocks of harsh light and deep shadow, memorabilia unexpected. by ~whiteviolet is an evocative abstract portrait and an expressive deconstruction of form. (
I tried not to think of the grey clouds blanketing the city while I opened the door to the tenement building I rented from. The clouds were always there, smothering the city like an only child smothering his rich uncle in his sleep, except the only thing a man could inherit from this city was a case of bad dreams and a chest full of .357 slugs. I wasn't an only child, though, so all I'd gotten was the dreams; my partner was the poor sap who got saddled with the slugs. I couldn't help but notice the walls lining the staircase up to my office matched my mood-dingy, stained, and with a few remnants of floral wallpaper to put the years of poor service and hard living into perspective. The hard light of the bare bulb at the top wasn't pretty, but it was enough to see by...And when I got to the top of the stairs, I saw I still had plenty of seein' left to do.
Someone was waiting for me in my office. It wasn't a trap. Not a good one, at least. They'd left the door open. Figurin' I didn't have too much to lose except a safety deposit check I wasn't gonna see again anyway, I went in to find out who had paid me a call, and then I saw...her.
A woman whose soft, alabaster skin shone like pearls in the sickly light filtering through the broken slats of my office window. A woman with long, satin hair framing a porcelain face that looked like it belonged on display in the Louvre. A woman whose full, red lips could make a coffin nail bend with a simple, breathy "please". The woman who could oh so simply kiss the bad dreams away, if she weren't in half of them.