The omnipresence of bats has begun. I await the night and the wings that motor its coming. Their lateral spirals flush the day away through the Coriolis force of flapping. Craig once said my skillet of rough-torn collard greens looked like a pile of bat wings, and now I can’t cut the vegetal ribs without thinking of mammal bone and spread of skin.
Fantastic. And "successive scrapes of electric sandpaper" is perfect.
I think this is may be your best ever, Trilety--gorgeous prose. “The night was obstinate in its stillness” will stick with me. And though I hope to never go on a first date again, if I ever do, it will be at a billiard hall.
During my birthday my friends and I watched a first date at a pool hall. The really funny aspect of it was that the dude was legitimately interested in the game, whereas the girl kept trying to signal that she was interested in what came after.
One of your best!
You packed an awful lot of profound observations ( I particularly liked the little billiard hall tip!.. being a keen player myself, and knowing how true your words are!!👏😀), into so few words. Truly inspirational work! 🙏✍️⭐️many thanks for brightening my day.🌤️