Abstract Perfect Flaw (Original fiction)
I've had this floating about for a while (been on deviantART for...a very long time), and I wanted to see if anyone here would be willing to check it out. It's my sad attempt to bring back surreal literature. Thanks David Lynch and Franz Kafka, you inspire me always! (Even though Lynch makes movies, it's still good inspiration!)
ABSTRACT PERFECT FLAW
There is a man sitting alone in a small, white room. The room is empty, with a large bright light on the ceiling. The man sits on a black chair with thin legs. He is a short man, wearing black trousers, plain black shoes, and a white dress shirt with long sleeves. His hair is short, black, and messy. His eyes are small and hollow. The man keeps his hands in fists on his knees, as he stares down at his feet.
From the top right corner of the room facing the man, a large crow emerges. It flies toward the center of the room and lands directly in front of the man, about 5 feet away. It cocks its head in wonder and begins to let out a long, shrill shriek. It stops abruptly, as its head begins to spin erratically. As it spins, it begins to shriek again, but the cries become short and abrupt. It stop suddenly and lowers its head towards the ground. The crow's head rises in a jagged and sharp motion, making odd clicking sounds. The man in the chair doesn't move an inch. The bird turns to face the man and begins to speak.
"You will be late for your meeting."
The man says nothing. He continues to stare at his feet, as if the bird wasn't there at all.
"When it rains, the sun will shine, and the fish will gather in the sauna to feast."
The man remains silent and unresponsive.
"You will never find out in time."
The bird flies toward the left hand corner of the room and disappears. The man remains seated and unmoving. The light flickers on and off rapidly. When it stops, it shines with a blinding white light. From the ground, another chair emerges in front of the man, identical to the one he is sitting in. A small, tattered shoe falls from the ceiling, with its mate not far behind. Following the shoes, a white skirt with a pink flower pattern drops onto the chair, as a white sweater drops soon after. It appears to have a body inside, though no one is wearing it, like an invisible entity is alive within. The arms of the shirt move toward the lap of the skirt, where the hands would be folded. A thick, pinkish fluid begins to ooze from the openings of the shoes, skirt, and sweater. The ooze forms together and takes the shape of a small old woman, with large, expressive blue eyes, small round spectacles, and short, fluffy grey hair. The woman looks at the man opposite her and smiles warmly. She begins to speak.
"May I ask, if it's not too much trouble, for directions to the railway park?"
The main continues to stare down at the ground, without making a single movement. The old woman nods.
"You are too kind."
The woman and chair disappear, without a sign that they were ever there. The light above flickers on and off a second time. When it stops, it is very dim. The man in the chair begins to move his left hand. He slowly uncurls his fist and keeps his hand palm down on his knee. He does the same with the other hand. He begins to slowly twitch each finger, starting with the smallest finger on his left hand, and ending with the smallest finger on his right. His slowly raises his head. His small eyes widen. The man raises both his arms simultaneously. He puts his left hand on his chin and his right hand under his top lip. In a quick, sharp motion, he pries open his mouth. He continues to pry at his mouth until his head rips apart. His arms lower and hang at his sides. From within the new hole, a giant cockroach emerges. The cockroach scurries across the room, trying to avoid the light. There are no doors, windows, or holes in the walls or floor. It cannot escape. The light on the ceiling turns into one long ray of glaring white light, which centers directly upon the roach. Within an instant, the insect dissolves. The lights flicker on and off once more. When the flickering stops, the lights burn out.
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