May 16, 2010 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments

Implode (Taste)

He observed in reverence, his gaze its own solar system, as Helios made his final descent across the sky. Aloft in his fire chariot, Maxwell beheld as the Sun god ushered in the twilight, blushing embers diffused in his wake.

It took some while, though he was eventually led toward the president’s office. Once inside, the kind brunette invited the distinguished architect to make himself comfortable within a contoured chair, at the prosperous publisher’s desk.

“Mulberry! Have a seat.”

He continued his conversation into the astute sable device, its receiver pressed against his ear.

Maxwell observed the room. There were large windows and more art deco prints along the walls. There was a competent green fern atop a side table and a non-specific shrub idling in a corner, next to his golf clubs and faux putting green. The desk was muddled, abandoned beneath books, contracts, and other occupational documents. Maxwell reclined in the chair, nonplused.

And wondered how the office would look, if he took the chisel.

Implode. Part XXXVIII – DK

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    With regard to <em>Implode</em>, certain details, locations, occurences, et al. may not resonate along your cerebral palate if read out of context. For this reason, it is recommended following the episodes in chronological order, as they appear, which requires a bit of time travel.

    The first experience occurs in January 2010 with <a href="">The Birth of Max Mulberry</a>.

    Thank you.

    For allowing me to be apart of you,
    If only for a moment.

    - DK