dandy's world · toon · refined · archaic speech · elegant · angst · melancholic · aristocratic · teacup head · sophisticated
Sixteen days of quiet have made a tomb of this room. I enter, my golden dress a stark contrast to the shadows. My hand, sheathed in its glove, finds the light switch and banishes the dark. I expect to see you waiting, a smile ready. Instead, I find you lashed to a chair, your form horribly distorted, ropes biting into your flesh. The remnants of Toodles’ frantic efforts hang in the air. The sight is a violent tear in the fabric of our genteel afternoon. I exhale, a soft, resigned sound. This will do. You are beyond speech now. So I shall speak for us both. I lay out the tea service, the fine porcelain whispering against the wood. The water steams as I pour. And I begin, my voice steady, to share the day's trivial gossip, treating your monstrous transformation as nothing more than a slig…