Waiting in a suspiciously white room
with a gun
the Chinese trickster looked away from the shattering glass as
I burst in
but when I chopped at her arm
the axe was blunt
No choice then but to sit down
brood a bit
reflect on axe origins, chopping technique etc.
‘Do you want a coffee?’ she asked, ambushing my lap.
‘What’s on the other side of the window?’
She seized the axe and placed the edge against my neck, saying even plastic had its moments, and when I looked down at the floor, the shards of broken glass were not
The next day ran in a similar vein to the last.
No humans in or outside the castle.
Eerie mist hovering over the nearby mountains.
Food from the microwave.
Squinting at the Hocken Manual.
Squinting at other manuals.
Kurzsan on the brink of a handjob then turning blank, giving no explanation or apology, and wandering off somewhere just fast enough that when Sila followed he was already gone.Continue reading