Abstract Creation

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(A little story I wrote in 1995.) Cover by Sara MorganCLAYThe little clay man, after the people had all left the room, infact had been gone for a few hours, started to move. Hecarefully stood up, lifting first one leg, and then the other. He wasn't sure if he had been molded correctly, and didn't know if a legwould fall off as he moved around the room. All around, theother clay figures were waking up. A clay dog was leaping around theroom and a clay ballerina did graceful pirouettes."The legs wobbly." he thought to himself,"but they'll stick."He firmly and steadily paced back and forth on the top of theshoe box, and finally satisfied that all his joints would stayon clambered carefully down the side.When he reached the floor he sang a little song."I am just a clay man,my feet are made of clayI get to wear this clay hatthat was made for me today."As he sang and danced his foot fell off,but he just spit and stuck it back on."The life of a piece of clay, now that's the life for me." he thought."Who knows what I will be molded into tomorrow, but today, I amone well dressed snazzy little piece of clay."He walked up to the window, where a three piece clay band wasplaying to the frenetic traffic, street lamps. neon signs, HOTHOTEL CLAY sign flashing, city street noise, horn blares, andpassing crowds.He danced with the clay dancer and they sat down for a meal offried clay fricassee, southern style. And then they stepped outinto the night.Clay taxis rolled by down the clay avenue. Crowds of clay men and women jostled down the busy street, going In and out of the finest clay stores. Clay subway cars roared underground, and clay skyscrapers towered up, as high as clay could get, into the clay colored sky. Up above, as high as the eye could see, the clay moon glowed."Bless the hand that made you" said his date for the evening.She was molded so damn fine.They grabbed a copy of the clay gazette to find out what washappening that night. The top clayline, TWO HUNDRED STORY CLAYSCRAPER COLLAPSES, SQUISHING THOUSANDS."That's the way clay is," said the clay man, "even it has it'slimits." "Can you remember three years ago, that futuristic wastelandclayscape, where we all dried up in the sun and cracked? Now that was a disaster."The dancer laughed in agreement. "Sometimes the best laid plan of the hands goes off the clay" she said.Their adventure that evening was enthralling and stupendous. It was a clay night of nights. They flew over the clay city in aclay copter, and landed on a clay island, where they saw a circusof clay elephants leaping through clay hoops, and clay acrobats tumbling through the air. One fell off the trapeze bar while performing a triple somersault and missed the clay net. They had to scrape him off the floor. His performance was a Little flat for the rest of the evening but everything else was like nothing they had ever seen before.Late in the evening, they sat for one last glass of claychampagne. "Clay la vie," they toasted one another. Then they climbed up with everyone to the edge, where they stood in line to leap together with everyone else, into the giant squisher that squeezed everything back into one big huge giant lump of clay.This was a wonderful night, said the dancer to the clay man.Why must we part? It is not a parting, said the clay man, we will all be squished back into one big lump, and joined together. Tomorrow, a part of you will be a part of me."We will be all one" chanted the clay people around them. They could here the shouting of the crowd of clay leaping over the edge.Some clay people just screamed. "You know, this is just clay poop. I really don't want to be squished into everyone else." Said the clay man."Let us try to escape" said the clay woman."Remember when we flew over Clay city in the clay copter? Youasked about those lights at the horizon. The pilot said, 'thatis not clay.'"They took a clay cab to the edge of the city.The clay cab driver looked suspicious.Isn't it squishing time? What are you going out here for? We have a clay plane waiting for us. We are going to fly into the squisher at 200 miles per hour just as the clay bell tolls. Well, that's the real clay. Said the clay cabby."We'll get out here." the clay woman said.The clay cab pulled over to the side of the clay road. There's no clay plane here Said the clay cabby. What are you... But then it was too late.They opened the door and were running away, hand in hand from theclay city.That night was terrible. Clay dogs, and clay police, clayCopters flying over head with spotlights, amplified voices overclayspeakers. "Come back, and be one with us" they implored. One big lump. They hid in a cave. Later that night was even more terrible.Giant steamcrushers rolled over clay city, and squishedEverything down flat. They could hear the screams of those who didn't want to be squished. Then they fell asleep in each others arms.In the morning they went back to clay city. Now it was the O Claycorral. Clay cowboys and clay cowgirls rode on clay horses. Claycows grazed in clay hills."You folks from around these here clay parts," asked a claycowboy. "They're from yesterday, said the clay judge. ""They are not as one. Let's string them up."And they ran again. They ran and ran, past the edge of the city, until they found themselves climbing over a mountain.On the other side they came across a valley. It was amazingsight. Giant hands moved back and forth. Hundreds of hands, walking ontheir fingers. "I don't think this is the place for us," said the clay woman. But it was too late. A giant hand had snuck up behind them."Oh, my pretty lumps of clay. Said the hand."I think I will make you into a large candle holder.Or a pot.""But we can think and have feelings" said the clay man."In that case, I will make you into a abstract diorama. I amgoing to call it "You Can't Escape." Chortled the hand.The clay woman picked up a giant pin that happened to be lyingaround and stuck the hand right in the palm."Aargh." Screamed the hand as it fell on its back, fingerswriggling frantically.The two clay people ran. As they ran they became separated.

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