The Kularnava Tantra
August 06, 2015 - 119 words
Hamlin paced his office, tossed an exhausted cigarette out the window and lit up a fresh one. Afternoon light invaded his space. He checked the clock and grimaced. 4pm. Where was that little wimp? Three hours and still no Burtz. Two years of planning.... No Burtz.
Hamlin turned off the shrieking Penderecki that was filling the room with needless horror. His cat had long since run away. Not even animals can handle Penderecki. He liked the Threnody; it reminded him that the very edge of creativity was never pleasant. Be too creative and you're labeled a pretentious fraud. You're only a genius if you stay in a rut that others have approved of.
The phone rang. It was Burtz.