The Earlham Road Project

Fiction, collaboration, disgust

Saturday, November 06, 2004

Two Men

1
Two men stood on the edge of a cliff, and one said to the other: ‘well, that’s it.’ Below them, in the water, the rear of a car slowly sunk from sight, beneath the surface. Then they turned around and walked away.

2
Two men stood on the edge of a cliff; one said to the other: ‘well, that’s it.’ Below them, in the water, the rear of a car slowly sunk from sight, beneath the surface. A pool of cash bobbed on the waves.

3
One man stood on the edge of a cliff, next to a car. With an excited look, he counted the bundle of bills in his hand. Below him, a man struggles with the waves; he gives up, crashes against rocks, and sinks.

4
A car stood at the cliff edge, lights on and doors wide open. From the bag that lay askew on the ground, hundreds of notes blew into the air towards the sea. Neither of the men could be seen in the water.

5
It is a windy day, and rain slants down onto the cliff from the sea. No one here. Miles away, two men agree to rob a bank and come here to divide up the loot equally; each plans to double-cross the other.