PARODY

PARODY

ALEX O’MALLEY / MOTHER

Alex O’Malley recently submerged back into the diamond tomb that is his vast vocabulary in order to wave a warm sheet over the icy morning class. Weighed down beneath the heavy chain of anticipation from his class mates, who each sat with a lifeless glare, he began in a sprain whisper to tell his story.

Within the deepest depths of his brain, he wondered wistfully for the wistful words, it was behind the elegant bars and great gates of his imagination that beauty belied. Hours he spent at a time exploring his language for the most magnificent verses. Each carefully selected syllable which he strung together was of faultless form like that of a gliding swan captured perfectly in still life, with all the contained strength of its folding wings suddenly released.

The soft boom of his voice encompassed the room and filled the air with a chilling breeze. Goosebumps concealed the student’s skin. From where Alex stood, as still as a statue, silks of liquid gold poured from between his lips and fluttered freely in and out of the students’ ears.

Their lives drawn ever deeper into his tale as they plunged further into the timeless mystery. He managed to fill a seamless sky with stylish language hidden impossibly between the soft clouds of realism. Defying their comprehension of space and reality, they absorbed the grand scene before them, a gold-mine concealed inside Alex, anchored down with his integrity.

By this point, Alex was lost in his own fantasy that he was oblivious to the ballroom that had emerged within the classroom. Between gleaming walls of wistful words, soaring high into the starry sky and colossal colonnades, the figures of his class mates glided delicately. Dancing with preternatural grace, they possessed the glamour of dragonflies in their fascinating flight. The symphony of his orchestrated speech spiralled dreamily, lifting each person’s soul out of their body.

As the final sentence escaped from his tongue, a smirk lingered on his proud eyes. The room returned to its original state and the children took their seats in a noiseless content.  Silence.  He looked up to examine the room, which had yet again plummeted into the astound silence associated with his talent for writing. No one spoke – there were no words worthy to fall upon his ears. Yet Alex knew he had succeeded, merely by the tears that formed shamelessly in the eyes of his audience.

Before he allowed time for the blubbering to end, he collected his belongings and glided to the door. With a gentle thud, it closed behind him, closing out the golden light he shared forcing the room into a sudden darkness.