In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

manger les pisenlits par les racines," he giggled in a crazy falsetto as he
splashed a drink mostly into a glass, and downed it and a few more in
rapid succession.
He looked at the bottle and seeing it was empty, hurled it
through the window a good twenty feet away, and in the same grand
gesture swept all the glasses and bottles off the top of the Jean Michel
Frank hand me down from Dick. The glass and liquor exploded all over
the ebonized floor. He watched and listened to it break and tinkle,
nodding his head as if to some infernal glass harmonica. He fixed his
eyes on the cabinet and launched one powerful kick into its immaculate
veneer, eviscerating it of bottles and crystal, that spilled out into the rest
of the mess.
Sandro stood there for a moment and stared down at all the
shiny pieces of glass strewn over the black mirror surface, at this galaxy
of his own making. Then, calmly, he walked over to one of the cast
iron columns, grasped it and rammed his head into it. It made a hollow
sound, like a Japanese temple bell, with another sound underneath, like
a coconut. He ran his hands up and down the black iron flutes, as if
begging for release, and sobbed against the column, his ear against it as
to an oracle.
Ula remembered that Penny's music traveled through the metal
structure of the building as well as through the pipes of the heating
system, but then also that time was running out, so she approached him
tentatively. Seeing that he didn't move, she rest her hand lightly on his
shoulder, and said, "Sandro, Dr Züt."
He whipped around, blindly knocking her to the floor. He
looked down at her. Would he help her up or kick her away? He kicked
her straight under the Bösendorfer, then leaned back against the
column and pulled the phone from his jacket to make the call.
"Hello, Dr Züt, this is Alessandro Tivoglio, I am terribly sorry
to disturb you at this late hour but we have had an incident concerning
Dr Bell. Asleep in her bed. You are on your way? See you in a few
minutes. I will meet you downstairs. Good bye, Dr. Züt."
He slapped it shut, stuck it back in his pocket and stepped
gingerly around the glass to the hall. "The ambulance will be here soon,
I take a shower."
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