Spooky Stole My Noodle scanning the floor for leftover appendages.

Tuesday, December 17, 2002   They wore stilts and paraded around the parking lot. There were at least 8 of them, all up high, denting fenders and punching holes through hoods. Shattered safety glass, on vinyl seats and out on blacktop, glittering back the cold blue of the winter. They all had smiles, or each one smiled as they caught my attention. There were no sirens, there was no one doing anything. They just kept circling around, expanding the sphere of damage to encompass more and more of the vehicles. A man ran out from the building, "hey, that's my car," his leg snapped somewhere near the kneecap as a stilt came down, the stilter still smiling, the man who had become now the stiltee screaming and writhing. It's December but the glass isn't snow. There were flags waving around, perched on plastic poles coming up out of their backs. None of the flags were the same, none of them recognizable. They left then, as a few people crowded around the injured man. Some vehicles were left undamaged. They marched in a haphazard line out onto the freeway, down the shoulder and out of sight. posted by Kingo Sleemer | 4:49 PM		contactions contact kingo contact spooky archives links squub