Thursday, December 20, 2007

Christams with Dali---a novel by gardega

STAVE ONE

DALI’S GHOST

Salvador was dead, this was fact and the door was not open to speculation or doubt. There was little room for rumor nor rebuff regarding the passing of the great surrealist. One need only to walk into the corner less room and gaze upon the masters lifeless frame to understand the true gravity and weight of the loss that would soon become international news and local fodder for tea-time talk about his legacy and the notorious loose ends that swirled around his life and estate in his final hours on this earthly plane.

While most around him were more concerned with the heavy snows that were falling outside their frosty windows this afternoon they still held in the back of their own limited craniums concerns as to what their personal fortunes would bear out without the good ship Dali beneath them to cover their expenses and bills and livelihood.

Meanwhile, In the sleepy eastern town of Clacton On The Sea, there was a singular child who wept the kind of tears that only a child (or a woman who loses a child) can weep.

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