Huh? Not making any sense? Because of the nature of these little flash fiction vignettes, I thought it would be helpful to index previous back stories and journal entries. Although Artiste’s tales are non-linear, it can help to read some pages in groups by threads of associated content. Of course you could just read them randomly, and trust that it will all come together at some point.
The beginning back story is always a great place to start:
• The Artiste Gullible back story
For this particular installment it also may help to read: (Something random?)
↓ Transcript
[image] A pretty girl stands next to the railing of a great airship looking out over the horizon. From her back, an elaborate key turns slowly.
[text] The deck of the dirigible pitched slightly as the steam ship navigated the warm currents rising from the great plains below. A solitary figure stood at the railing, looking out over the soft curve of the horizon.
“Good evening Sir.” The woman’s voice spoke meekly as I approached.
“Good evening to you.” I responded; trying not to stare at the key that slowly rotated from the heart of her back.
Her gaze followed my failed attempt at decorum, and she smiled. She glanced down at a timepiece clipped to her waist, turned coyly in my direction, and asked “Would you mind?”
Flustered, my propriety in doubt, I reasoned that etiqueete demanded my proffered hand to a lady when stepping from a carriage; how different is this?
Hesitantly, I walked up behind her, raised my hands to the device, and answered, “How many times do I turn it?”
She closed her eyes, grasped the railing in front of her, and whispered “As many times as necessary.”
[text] The deck of the dirigible pitched slightly as the steam ship navigated the warm currents rising from the great plains below. A solitary figure stood at the railing, looking out over the soft curve of the horizon.
“Good evening Sir.” The woman’s voice spoke meekly as I approached.
“Good evening to you.” I responded; trying not to stare at the key that slowly rotated from the heart of her back.
Her gaze followed my failed attempt at decorum, and she smiled. She glanced down at a timepiece clipped to her waist, turned coyly in my direction, and asked “Would you mind?”
Flustered, my propriety in doubt, I reasoned that etiqueete demanded my proffered hand to a lady when stepping from a carriage; how different is this?
Hesitantly, I walked up behind her, raised my hands to the device, and answered, “How many times do I turn it?”
She closed her eyes, grasped the railing in front of her, and whispered “As many times as necessary.”
As always, makes you wonder and look forward to the next installment
How very provocative.
It’s funny I REALLY toned this one down, afraid to insult or offend my mostly PG-13 audience. In the end I think I pulled back on the overt sexuality and unintentionally cranked up the implied undertone. Somethings are just sexy; no getting around it.
Thanks for reading.
Heh. He really knows how to wind her clock. Amiright?