Friday, January 13, 2006

The Ice Lady

She wears a metallic jacket of gold embroidery. Her arctic-black pants are perfect plates of ice sheets meeting at a crease of a razor's edge. Her angular features are chiseled out of cold marble.

Speaking of her employees, she said: "All I have to do is give them a 60 day severance and I'm legally protected."

As the icy vapor left her mouth and swirled through the room, I shivered, some froze. Those that she'd sever were in the room.

No one attempted to thaw the frosty words. I braced as she gave me her glacial stare. She sliced through the room with ice-dagger eyes, challenging contenders.

There were none.

We are what and where we are because we have first imagined it... -Donald Curtis