#timedrum

[dreamwho]

@timedrum

          “Tear it down. If nothing matters, tear it down.”

[bitemyhip-blog]

@timedrum -- LIKED.

    “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, HEY!”

    He lowers the camera, stares at the master with low brows, annoyance sketched over his face more visibly than the sun in the sky, and he taps his fingers against his mic a few times before taking it off, “I was SHOOTING. You just walked into my shot.”

     Not a big deal, he could easily edit it out, but he’s not one to let his ego go damaged with an apology.

[lakesmoke-blog]

@timedrum, continued

         ‘ No, it’s just — ’  She nudges a metal slab  ( covered with a sheet, presumably allowing the freshly deceased body to retain some dignity )  with her knee, to indicate what she’s talking about.  ‘ He’s not quite dead. ’

Leaning closer, Mladen’s lips turn down and his small eyes get smaller.

There isn’t a sizeable difference between the bodies (the one which he thought was empty, and the one which was now full of life.) But the difference, the thing that’s burroughed back into the stinking skin - continues to keep its eyes closed and stay very still. 

“I see.” A certain sharpness leaves his eyes. She is either close, or looking to get very close to the deceased. (It’s not his business either way, but it’s good to know in case it could be.) “How long would you say he has?”