This week’s words to play with: Sleep Electroshock Visceral (characterized by or proceeding from instinct rather than intellect: characterized by or dealing with coarse or base emotions; earthy; crude) Timepiece Cleanse Elastic Feeble Avocado Twirl Tincture (Pharmacology. a solution of alcohol or of alcohol and water, containing animal, vegetable, or chemical drugs. a slight infusion, as of some element or quality: a trace; a smack or smattering; tinge : Heraldry. any of the colors, metals, or furs used for the fields, charges,etc., of an escutcheon or achievement of arms. a dye or pigment. verb (used with object), tinc·tured, tinc·tur·ing. to impart a tint or color to; tinge. to imbue or infuse with something.) Syncopate (to place (the accents) on beats that are normally unaccented, to treat (a passage, piece, etc.) in this way. Grammar. to contract (a word) by omitting one or more sounds fromthe middle, as in reducing Gloucester to Gloster.) Foggy
‘Its an avocado!!’ he boomed his voice echoing through the foggy night as strange men in black coats checked their watches in syncopated rhythm.
It was like watching some choreographed performance.
A large man with a large voice, holding an avocado, announcing its presence. A chorus of dark men in dark clothes checking watches and then placing them back into their fob pockets, shaking their heads and muttering to themselves as they tapped their feet upon the cobblestones.
We watched this spectacle as if awakening from a sleep, the noise of voices, the sight of men checking clocks and the ever looming threat of something very untoward about to happen was as if we were brought to life as if by some visceral electroshock designed to confront us with an experience that we would later describe as one where if you were there you felt it, as it wrapped itself around your consciousness and massage your brain with thought waves you thought should be contained in a bottle of cleansing liquid.
My focus was on the men with their meticulous timepieces, as they replaced them in their fobs and then twirled their moustaches each had a tincture of red through their upper hairy lips, which only served to increase the shock of the visceralness of the moment.
We sat mesmerised by the performance knowing there was nothing feeble in this wondrous performance, which held us spellbound throughout.
Each time the action moved one way and we as audience went in that direction the performers as if holding us on the end of giant elastic bands would bring us back to the centre of the action.
Needless to say by nights end sleep was a welcome relief and for each of us the humble avocado took on a whole new dimension.