Rubbing elbows in the dark

Here's another three short ones from the Dante and Kafka saga...

The noteworthy dagger became accomplice to the book thief and made their way through the night to see what they could find:

“I am of a certainty that absurdity lies beneath the surface of all things.”

“So the surface is just a façade, a veneer that hides what’s really there.”

“Quite so; if one were to peel away the surface the absurd would be revealed.”

“Like an onion?”

“Naked when you cry.”

I don’t cry anymore.

You must melt your heart.

My heart is made of steel and cannot be melted except in the hottest of furnaces.

Try love, where the heart of the soul is worn so big; that should do it.

Look, here’s a graveyard.

Let’s go in.

I’d rather be cremated and the ashes thrown to the four winds than to be planted in the ground and left to rot away until there’s nothing left but an old ghost that can’t find its way home…

What’s that?

What’s what?

That music, as if powered down arithmetic on the blackboard of life is rubbing elbows with the insides of my fingers.
Don’t know; sounds like a violin.

To me it sounds like all the hounds from hell; like stark sentences on the edge of my mind. It’s just the futility of it, is soul destroying.

Each to their own then…

Let’s get a coffee in the coffee shop and see who is there to have their pockets picked.

Good idea, let’s go.

I ONCE MET A GIRL

“You know, I once met a girl, who met me, she reminded me of a clear stream, beautiful and cold, where catching some of the water in your cupped hands you could see right through it into your skin, and it looked so inviting to drink, so refreshing; but a man told me once, to be careful of streams, for even though they might look clean and clear, further upstream there could be a dead animal rotting away in the water and you wouldn’t know it was bad until later when the pains would come to tell you something was wrong.

And maybe he was right, and he wasn’t some government agency man trying to steer me away from free water; but I say: if your mouth accepts it gratefully then you’ve probably got nothing to worry about.

The girl was like that stream and came with a left-ever warning in the back of my mind that had bitten me once into worrying about something that wasn’t worth the worry.

I sure do wonder now what it would have been like if I’d kissed her instead of steering clear just in case,” said Kafka.

“Perhaps it was for the best,” said Dante.

“I’ll never know now,” said Kafka with a long deep sigh.

LONG IN THE TOOTH

“Kafka, your teeth are looking most decidedly long and pointed these days,” said Dante staring at Kafka’s teeth.

“Are you trying to tell me something Dante?” said Kafka, opening up his mouth wide to try see his front teeth.

“Oh heaven forbid that I should do that,” said Dante, and returned to his casket to leave Kafka running his tongue over his very long teeth.

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