Friday, July 18, 2008

Sunday Scribbling #120: Ghosts


“Brutal inquisition.”

“Daft, I’d say.”

“Concave entry, convex termination, you call that daft?”

“Eye of the beholder, Jerry. Could have just as easily called it pissy arrogance.”

“Pissy? Since when?”

“Astral flight, my brother. Round trip ticket’s essential.”

“Or else?”

“What do you think, or else? You gotta hard-on for Mumbai?”

“Low blow, Samson, very low. I don’t question your personal hygiene.”

“Maybe you should. When’s the last time you really checked in?”

“Not counting Pasha?”


“I couldn’t tell you.”


“Which proves nothing.”

“Several’s the times I’ve suggested the very same, but does that stop you?”

“I gain as I go along, I don’t ask for plenty.”

“No, you just take. Your division’s a sour case.”

“About which you are aggrieved?”

“That’s putting it mildly.”

“You’d rather—”

“No, I wouldn’t, actually.”

“Carsequam, then?”

“If you only knew.”

“No need being obtuse.”

“No need, my brother, being anything but.”

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Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

character comes through really well in this dialogue,

1:17 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, CGP. Transparency's the name of the game, eh?

1:29 PM  
Blogger jsd said...

hmmm, i wish this was transparent for me, and i thought it was going to be a 'sweet' entry :)

3:47 PM  
Blogger Greyscale Territory said...

Quite an insidious dialogue! Well crafted with ghostly mystery!

8:43 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

jsd: I wish it were transparent for me, too. Devilish those ChocoPies.

GT: Thank you; certainly was a mystery to me.

6:23 AM  
Blogger Linda Jacobs said...

Hmmm...I'm not really sure what this is about but it mesmerized me and I couldn't stop reading...

8:39 AM  
Blogger San said...

Paschal, as ever, I like the bouncy rhythm of the dialog. Like a ball tossed back and forth. Or an eyeball of the beholder.

Just enough snarkiness. Just enough astral flight.

9:19 AM  
Blogger Granny Smith said...

This dialog is an intriguing mystery with Characters well-known to each other but not to us. It has a nice breezy air to it.

3:48 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Ms. Linda, substitute the word writing for your word reading, and you've pretty much summed up my experience of this little ditty...

4:01 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Ms San, funny you mention "snarks." Before leaving a pithy comment over at the Sunday Scribblers, I googled ghosts + lyrics and found some lyrics from a band called I Am Ghost; a line in their Lazarus song was "Shark People wear Shark Clothes." I suppose that goes for snarks, too.

4:04 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Granny Smith: Plague of the semi-conscious writer: those characters weren't exactly well-known to me either, but they were fun. Thank you for visiting again.

4:06 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

San: Further about those snarks. My left brain slammed shut with the Scribblers' ghosts prompt, occasioning some snarky fellows to get into the act. At least one of them was wearing a Dali mask, with an ornate Alexander Calder mustache.

4:20 PM  
Blogger danni said...

wonderful banter going on here with a shiny overcoat and a positively wierd undertone!!!

6:04 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, danni, and I'll borrow that overcoat, if I may...

6:32 PM  
Blogger Tammie Lee said...

“Astral flight, my brother. Round trip ticket’s essential.” Imagine if it weren't essential, but that is another story, or maybe that is the ghost...

10:48 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Good evening, Tammie Lee: yes, I'd want to book my return before any astral-rafting, but I like your theory about the ghost.

10:58 PM  
Blogger alister said...

Ripped open from the middle of the side, straight across, and risking losing the 6 grams of fat, the 155 calories inside is brutal, is daft (as in crazy) enough to come off roulette wise, as in there is a god that watches out for the very young and old and daft (as in foolish). It’s nothing a person should put in their mouth. If it was 3 grams of fat, then maybe. But mouths are best for rat-a-tat-tats, crazy-cool verbiage blasts, trips, triggers off the tongue, and you are the king of krazy-kool, which is crazy-cool typed, not spoken. Either way it’s good :-D

11:32 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

I ain't arguin' with that, MissA. Mil gracias.

6:54 AM  

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