Clap- class exercise 25 Jan
admin January 26th, 2008
The violins clap with sharp short notes, breaking into a running race of applause as the conductor urges the team to the finish line. A frenzy, a serenade of howling dogs in a thunderstorm as the orchestra reaches the peak, then a singular lonley clap from the concertmaster. One note, one string, one clap and it was over.
Their were footsteps in the hallway, she clapped herself along the corridor and into the office. It tasted like the sharp sting when you clap your hands together too hard for too long, numbing, throbbing, getting hotter and hotter like your hand is near an open fire.
It was such a beautiful sunrise it deserved a clap, instead a warm glow of thankfullness clapped its way up his inside, filling him with a bubbling frothy steady rain of appplause, right up through the heart being patted and cajoled by honeyeater winged hands, vibrating so fast, like a movie real sprocket, so fast that you don’t notice the motion, so fast , like a sewing machine, running down a tack, tacking a line for sprinters to race down. Steam train piston legs moving in well reahearsed stides and strokes, tired but energised, smelling the crowd urging him on.
One clap is the sound of a thousand starter guns, they all merge into one. Inside feeling as hot as midday sun in arizona. Death valley too many degrees to count, as numerous as ants. Carcasses and skulls lie about like weathered teeth, sandblown, fly blown. A jet engine take off swarm of flies at every peice of rotting meat.
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