Friday, March 13, 2015

the heft of things

The glass weighed heavy in his hand. Thick, cut crystal held swirling, lurid amber.

Heft was important, a persistent percept of luxury. Luxury lay in the idle choice of the matter, the careful determination of the unnecessary. Luxury meant limitless selection. Down to the last detail, despite clean modern lines, the whole of the room implied weight and abundance.

He smiled languidly. His eyes roamed the well framed countryside far beyond the windowpane.

When the weight of the messenger’s news sank upon him, the glass slipped lightly from his grip and shattered with a distant, empty tinkling.

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