Wednesday, May 23, 2007
New Beginning 281
Black rocks covered with shimmering green moss, air fresh and light with the scent of pine needles and dew-soaked grass, shadows in the shapes of continents drifting lazily beneath enormous clouds across the vast golden plain, and sun-shot trees fluttering with an endless supply of leaves. Here is a river and a stick that makes a noise when it breaks. Just ahead is something different. Not the tree, no, or the snake, no, but a pair of creatures who walk on two legs with skin that shines like the bark of a birch tree in the bright morning sun. One of them holds an apple and the other is running away. Now the other runs away, dropping the tender fruit to the ground. The snake slithers under a rock. The fruit tastes very, very, good.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!”
The voice boomed like thunder, rumbling the earth at my feet. I looked around, startled and frightened by the sound that seemed to come out of nowhere.
"Cut, cut, CUT!"
The two-legged creatures walk sheepishly back onstage, accepting robes from the ones wearing clothing. "Now what?" says the woman to the man who shouts into a hollow cone.
The man with the hollow cone points up to the catwalk. "'God' botched his lines again!" He gestures with a black-and-gold book. "Herbert, your first line is 'Where are you?' Three little words. Verse nine. Christ, you're not even on camera; read the fucking words if you can't remember 'em. And go easy with the booming!"
"SORRY, MOE," booms the thunder from above.
"Unbelievable," the cone-man says. "Two months of rehearsal and the only one performing flawlessly is the damn bear. Again. From the top."
Everyone groans, but I am delighted. The shouting man says those words a lot. And every time he does, I get another apple.
Opening: AB.....Continuation: 150