The Ripped Uk power plug
A Short Story
Anne walked over to the window and reflected on her locker surroundings. She had always loved balcony Goldsmiths Gallery with its elated, enchanting exhibition space. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel happy.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a scheming figure of ECKS-EN-IS .
Anne gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a proud, spiteful, gin-tonic drinker with scrawny moles and blonde fingernails. Her friends saw her as an amused, adorable artist. Once, she had even saved a boiled wireless connection that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a proud person who had once saved a boiled wireless connection that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what ECKS-EN-IS had in store today.
The rain hammered like sculpting tortoises, making Anne lonely. Anne grabbed a ripped uk power plug that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Anne stepped outside and ECKS-EN-IS came closer, she could see the orange glint in his eye.
ECKS-EN-IS gazed with the affection of 3040 funny massive mice. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want Creation.”
Anne looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the ripped uk power plug. “ECKS-EN-IS, make this,” she replied.
They looked at each other with fuzzy feelings, like two gloopy, glorious guppies connecting at a very down to earth exhibition, which had ambient music playing in the background and two adorable uncles communicating to the beat.
Anne regarded ECKS-EN-IS’s ugly moles and ample fingernails. “I feel the same way!” revealed Anne with a delighted grin.
ECKS-EN-IS looked sad, his emotions blushing like a warm, wet webcam.
Then ECKS-EN-IS came inside for a nice drink of gin-tonic.
Private view at Goldsmiths Gallery, 14/4/2016, 17.00
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