Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Word: Antigodlin




antigodlin

[an-ti-god-lin]
adjective Southern and Western U.S.
  1. lopsided or at an angle; out of alignment.
  2. diagonal or cater-cornered.

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The noise outside was getting far too distracting.  It was enough that Penny finally got up and closed the window.  It did not completely silence the noise, but it made it quite a bit more bearable.  Her task done, she started back towards the comfort of the couch.  She saw something out of the corner of her eye that gave he pause though. 
               It was a piece of abstract art that she and her roommate, Beth, had bought on a whim.  It was a horrid thing, really, filled with clashing colors and random patterns.  Beth said they needed some color though, and this seemed as unobtrusive as anything.
               Penny looked at the picture and tilted her head, first to one side, then the other.  She considered it for a moment before speaking.
               “Hey, Beth, does this look crooked to you?”
               “Hm?” Beth replied, looking up from her small laptop.
               “This painting.  It looks crooked to me.”
               Beth slid out of her chair and started towards the picture.  “That can’t be.  I just hung it yesterday, and it was straight then.”
               When Beth joined her roommate, she to tilted her head from side to side.
               “Huh.  You know what, I think it is a bit tilted.”
               The room fell relatively silent as the two young women regarded the off-kilter painting, tilting their heads from side to side.  Penny scratched the side of her nose idly.  Beth did the same to the top of her head. 
               “Should we fix it?” Penny asked.
               “Probably.”
               More silence.  This one lasted for nearly a minute.
               “You know, I think it looks better like this.” Beth said.
               “Huh?”
               “Yeah.  You know, brings it more, I don’t know, meaning?  Impact?  Something like that.”
               “So, should we turn it more, do you think?”
               Beth tried it.  She tilted the small painting as much as the cheap hanging wire would allow.  The two of them looked at the new orientation of the piece of artwork.
               “Nah.  Not like that.” Penny concluded.  “Try the other way.”
               Beth did just that, and once again, the painting was looked at in silence. 
               “I kind of like it like this.” Beth said.
               “Really?”
               “Yeah.  Gives it another dimension.”
               “Eh.  Looks the same to me, but tilted.” Penny replied.  “I mean, I don’t really care, but I’m just saying.”
               “You have to look at it right, I guess.  Here, look at it like this.”
               Beth shifted Penny’s head, so that it was tilted against the painting.  Penny held her head like that for a moment.  It just made her confused.  She shrugged her shoulders.
               “We can leave it like this, I guess.” Penny said.
               The wall fell away.  It simply separated from the rest of the building, leaving the two women standing there, blinking against the sudden influx of light and sound.  A man dressed in red, gold and blue spandex flew by, his form a blur.  He charged at a large robot that was positioned a block away, standing in the remains of the wall.  People screamed as the robot launched some kind of beam weapon at the flying man.
               Beth and Penny groaned in unison. 

Beth trudged back into the remainder of the apartment, sat down and took up her laptop.
               “I’ll start looking for a new place.”
               Penny looked at the rubble that used to be their wall.  She shrugged.
               “Meh.  I never liked that painting anyway.”


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Bet you didn't that that one coming, did you?  Did you?  Please tell me you didn't see it coming.  I need this.  (Okay, maybe not, but I'd still like to know)

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