10 January 2012

Pitched Battle

The other night, while the man of the house was out, a war was fought in my living room.
Chariots and cavalry and foot-soldiers poured out of the bookshelves.
The beleagured ran for shelter in the fuse-box.
Sentries stood guard, raiding parties went forth across the dinner table, many were slain...
 -- and then a key turned in the latch and all the soldiers and civilians, dead or alive, scuttled under the bookshelf.

"Did anything interesting happen while I was out?" asked the man of the house, looking around the tidy living room.
"No," we said.

I had forgotten how vivid is the study of Nach.

1 comment:

  1. Silly me. I thought that you were describing an ant attack.

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