Lifeless Si

   Lifeless Singer Part One
“Is this what they nowadays regard as talent?”

Infinitesimal drone with glazed eye  ensemble  whose soul resembles a low spooky movie.”

World weary lady executives with glossy but somehow jaded  eyebrows raised as this stiff joint Jazz rock singer with an equally log wood stumble  band who played to deaf ears.

On a leisure, pleasure cruise that mock rehearsal for dream float or flotilla exuberant luscious fantasy, wouldn’t some holiday makers have tonne laden burdens enough to escape from?

“This next number ….

DULL DAZES AHEAD.”

Embarrassed giggles … some smothered … others guffawing with irony.

The support unit eerie peeper musicians  were even as leaden as the lifeless songster if not more so.

Chronic in their statuesque pose.

Limp gesture and gesticulation permeating.

Puppet parody in their emotionless almost motionless nervy wobble jive.

The clothes worn by the musicians crinkled with grey stain second hand use.

Two guitars, drums that go without saying.

The essential ensemble group whose lethargy bordered on boundless farce yet one had this sinister inkling of shady antics afoot. 

A bemused crowd though docile were quite eventually starting to wonder why they coughed up their coin  to see  this nondescript troupe on stage.

“How were we so gullible as to accept unverified recommendation  that a visionary group was going to surprise us.” 

What seemed like this toneless drone which meandered and waylaid for Infinity and indeed was made even more  considerably taxing and heaven knows it was an imposition enough even by any reasonable person’ s standards if one takes into consideration to an immense degree that record executives and their associated talent scouts have to endure an astounding range of people who aspire to planet Mar’s eminence  whose assumed aptitude  and  potential for future attainment can appear fixedly lodged in the upper hemispheres of improbable fantasy.

A Shot In The Dark Part One.

We were all directed to our exam stations.

Geology, yes that subject many aspire to for quite obvious reasons for those who thrive on outdoor flourish.

“The professors Ostrich, Mister and Mrs,have this cynical whimsical air of peerless inspection.

Usually when they have designed an exam replete with lethal mousetraps!!”

Magnolia the geology student like a horror movie addict bracing herself for a “SHRIEK” peak apotheosis.

Then she tentatively removed the sinister looking  cloth covering the various “specimens” a euphemism, field of reference, soft spin term, that would encompass microscopic slides.

“I doubt if they’ll be that challenging. Two  slides two slides in any case.”

Then Magnolia had this unsettled expression.

“Rocks, minerals, I can cope with but…. crystallographic question?”

She almost fainted  … but regained her composure.

“It’s actually quite uncomplicated  but …. I skimmed through it last night but didn’t seem a serious exam candidate.”

But would she overcome the blurred and hazy contours of a section not anticipated even in a mild amorphous sense.

Basically it was the least pressing complication  as it transpired.

“I’ll address the crystallographic mineral axis segment last.”

Magnolia adroitly.

The slides were next in that nerve-inducing sequence.

One posed no threat to this intellectually endowed candidate yet the “OTHER ONE” evokes a frozen stymie expression.

“Haven’t ever encountered its resemblance but maybe it will be my SHOT IN THE DARK .”

And the  clock ticked ominously, the typical solemn alert to lassitude which might creep in.

As Magnolia suddenly asserted herself and adjusted the cherry oak sturdy  chair she was sitting on until it was sufficiently comfy.

It then dawned on her how gemstone treasured  exam time was and how adjustments had to be made in terms of adapting to cryptic crossword of a circumstance.

The Candlestick Part One.

Ah, here I am, Magnolia, in a solitary fashion at  my parental lodge,

 puzzled as to  when my parents will return home for me to share the glad tidings  that I was in flourishing  full bloom regarding that dim shade shadowy  geology “SLIDE” question.”

The thing is Magnolia passes her test with flying colours, oh, the lights are flickering and the inclement weather is about to take its toll.

Despite that tangible jubilance associated with triumph,  and everything, Magnolia’s parents seemed to have vanished on a turbulent horizon. 

A flying house call had been prearranged by the parents concerned on close knit contacts  on what they hoped for wasn’t going to be as weather atrocious as the meteorologist had prophesied.

Conjecture bordering on a burgeoning disaster had  transpired to be that chilling inevitable event.

“Did anyone leave anything behind such as …..

I have this torch, something I prised from my nursery phase.

It oozes enchanted  magic mists of nostalgia.

A gleaming tiny tot  treasure that torch.

A clinging annexe.”

Magnolia murmured.

Dramatic bursts from ink black  clouds outside assumed an overbearing ominous odious menace  yet somehow an arch for this fable as it unfolds in its mildly sinister  stealth-imbued sinusoidal strut. 

These clouds though a threat fascinated   Magnolia and indeed they should  with her encyclopedic grasp of the workings of weatherfronts from her Earth science studies.

“It’s quaint in how I’m magnetised  by the  congratulations  of my attainments.

There’s a reciprocal rhythmic response from me to indicate that engulfing euphoric emotion that goes with a podium medal.

Or some other euphism.

The celebrity flicker on the current topic and outside it, the light and shade, hues, uncanny coincidences.”

Magnolia to her self.

 “I have this presentiment  that my parents are going to be oddly absent  with that unexpected glowing result sheet of mine  …”

She wondered when this power cut would strike and like every other nuisance one could then adjust to it.

Any moment such as a thriller on foot of disconcerting on and off unravels.

A dim to dark environment in suspence.

“But I’m exhilarated  in a peculiar but  understandable sense.

Exam wise, I tilted the form book upside down despite that plague of a slide I nearly misnamed.”

Magnolia just recalled in a blinding flash that she was in possession of a candle she often mistook for a childhood sweet treat.

But she had surreptitiously hidden it on herself  and her moniker  for the candle was MILESTONE.

Magnolia’s vocabulary was that advanced for an azure blue sea eyed urchin.