“Killing Time”

The dark area in which a candle flicker of light is seen, less the candle.  Objects are moving effortlessly, floating in this space between ourselves.  Possibly within ourselves.  Nothing is heard but a delightful sound of crisp wind, like ocean waves lapping to our ears, settling us, calming us, until the next explosion drums forth on its intentional killing of time.  A clock explodes.  The sound of broken Glass and shattered instrumentation impairs dissidence to the younger woman on her journey and how times tries to control her aging, h er ideas and eventually her death.

But the power, beauty and intelligence of this woman is more eduring than any clock could suffice.  By doing so, she remains tall, confident, with gun in hand and little else.  Beguiling fun erupts.  A banana train makes no intentional stops.  It wavers on the sand and pumps billiard balls for her just delights.  She is delighted, in fact happy.

Life is not what it is, but what it should be and she will find this out along the way without a tick tock, tick tock, for she is killing time…