Glyph 002

Every Monday, I’ll be posting snippets of a story I wrote called Glyph. It’s rough and unfinished but should be entertaining. Part one is here. Here’s part two.

This year, Talisman had no strategy. The new Portfolio Direktor was a complete mystery. He couldn’t get close to him nor discover any information about him. The graven face Talisman wore was due to a real dread that this would have to be the first budget meeting ever where he had to wing it.

Talisman shuffled past the main entrance to Civic Centre with its sweeping stairway and strange neoclassical statues. Either side of the large doors was what the original architects saw was an appropriate symbol representing the triumph of man and the power of the people: a naked man punching out a horse. This entrance were for official visits, state ceremonies or high ranking-elected officials. People like Talisman didn’t use this entrance. He carried on around the side of the building to enter through two wooden double doors in dire need of a new coat of paint. Talisman signed himself in at the desk, took off his trilby-style hat and made his way through the less-than glamorous wing of Civic Centre. Most of the narrow corridors had faded blue walls with cancer-yellow strip lights. The difference in décor when he got to the floor of the meeting room was noticeable. The first being that everything had an extra six inches in every direction. There was elbow room here, despite Talisman not noticing another person since he got out of the lift.

Copyright 2010. Pete Newcurator. Newcurator.com