October 3, 2009

•      The red carpet was nice enough (I'm actually quite fond of red), but I think the room could have done without it. Granted, I'm far more a minimalist when it comes to decorating (or most of anything, really). Well, I suppose my writing would be an exception. It was an Oriental rug, with white designs winding within the borders of the fabric. It was authentic, of course. From Wal-mart, or some such. I would've used black instead of white, but that's just me.
       She tended to yell more, when she was angry. Her face would turn red, like a tomato.
       The living room had underwent long and tedious thought as to how it ought to be decorated. The rug was placed in the middle of the room with a table on top of it. If you moved the table, you could see where the table legs had crushed into the rug. She thought that the table looked better in the center with the rug, so the table mounted the rug. Sofas surrounded the table, crowding it in. She hadn't been able to fit the sofas in entirely well, so they ended up elbowing each all too often. I remember my grandmother, on my father's side, would often use plastic covering for hers. My mom would often come in and re-fix the struggle for space the sofas suffered after a group of people had left the room.
       Her voice was reaching the sound of a poorly tuned piccolo now. If I knew us by now, dishes ought to be flying soon.
       She had a collection of Lladró porcelain figures on display in the room, amongst other things. I suppose, if I wanted to be really cruel, I could have always thrown these. They're a little less easy to replace. The collection is framed on each side with these big, outlandish birds. I don't know what type they are, but they always remind me of parrots. They're a myriad of colors, flaunting and touting their feathers in a fashion of immense pride. By one of the birds was a cat, and a dog by the other. The rest of the figures were people, doing various different things as the sculptor had casted them. They all looked so shiny and sleek. There wasn't a possible flaw with any of them to any public eye that viewed them. A plate, one time, nearly flew directly into the middle of the whole thing. None of the things in the room, actually, had anything visibly arresting or out of the ordinary due to her care.
       The door flew open, smashing into the side of the house.
       "Fucking bitch!"
       It was a full moon that night, I remember. It was rather beautiful, shining clearly in the night sky.

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