unknown like placid

Unknown like placid

Which one? A hungry, angry sound rose from Tanaqua’s throat. A hungry, angry sound rose from Tanaqua’s throat. “Bertha,” a young man called. Kush put down his Coke and said he had to use the restroom. Could they point him in the right direction? I stopped answering his calls after that. Professor Abraham was of no use to me if his world and mine were unconnected. We were, I thought, like two islands so close that one could see the other in great detail but the life evolving on each was separated by aeons of evolution. I fiddle with threading the scarab onto my old necklace, a gilded beetle with a body of lapis lazuli. There’s something otherworldly about this sky-blue stone flecked with gold. I’ve found myself staring at it and pondering the possibility of its being. On the wall hung a black, polished, framed board with white, numbered bell-buttons. Under each was a card bearing the name of the respective occupant. “Woolford!” Duncan shouted as he violently twisted, throwing the men who held him off-balance enough so that he could kick one in the knee, sending him to the floor, then throwing the second man onto him. “Woolford sent me!” “No, Lieutenant,” he said. “I’ve never seen this young woman before. Looks like jailbait.” “We’ll be missed,” Duncan said as Jaho began sleeping. “If they come for us they may try to drag him out as well.” When the puma was three weeks old, I brought her to the post office to apply for her passport. I brought along her birth certificate, her social security card, a photocopy of my passport, a photocopy of her dad’s passport, a notarized form signed by her dad indicating that he granted permission for his daughter to apply for a passport without his being present — I had done the research. For good measure, I brought along not one but two sets of passport photos that had been taken at a professional passport photo — taking location. Taking those photos had taken awhile. The puma had to appear in the photo alone, against a blank white wall, which sounds like a reasonable set of requirements. But the puma was not yet able to hold up her head, let alone sit, and she also did not excel at being awake, and her eyes needed to be open, and looking at the camera — these are the requirements of any passport photo — and, so, it took a while. The only place. Wherever he is. Since I didn’t turn to stone by the And? River. These cravings for gruesome variations on a story surprised and saddened me, and then stopped surprising me and only saddened me, at which point, I stopped telling the story altogether. ‘Get out!’ he shouted, ‘he’s coming at us!’ ‘The man.’ Larney glanced up the avenue and shuddered. I turned around. Nobody was there. ‘The man,’ he said again. ‘He made me.’.

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Unknown like placid