14. The Stone – Hidden Truth

What was it in my Pocket?

A Stone.

The smallest stone.

Almost a Pebble.

Deep blue…

With hints of green & purple.

That’s what burned me?

But it’s cold now.

Why did it affect me?

He looks at me.

Worried or angry?

With those eyes you can’t see.

He doesn’t speak.

I should enjoy that.

I need answers.

P:”…”

R:”What was that?”

P:”No.”

R:”Explain me.”

P:”You explain me!”

R:”How would I know?”

P:”You know things.”

R:”It was in your possession.”

P:”You could have put it here.”

R:”How would I have done this?”

P:”I wasn’t awake.

When I arrived here.”

R:”And?”

P:”You found me in this alley.

It’s too convenient.”

R:”Why do you try?”

P:”Try?”

R:”Why do you hide it from me?”

He goes off.

I follow.

I’d like to have something to hide.

I don’t know what’s this.

I don’t know its effects.

If it had on me.

It had.

It burned.

The shades are moving slowly.

Green, Purple.

All Along the Blue.

I should put it back into the wallet.

I could lose the wallet too…

P:”Hey.”

R:”?”

P:”Do you have wristbands?”

R:”What use would you make of them?”

P:”You don’t.”

R:”That wasn’t my answer.”

P:”…”

Birds descend on us.

He pulls me by a tree.

Where the birds can’t come.

P:”What are they?”

R:”Stay still…”

P:”They’re not just birds.”

R:”Remain close to the trunk.

Against it.”

P:”They won’t go further.”

R:”Not if you don’t move.”

He doesn’t try to attack them.

He doesn’t even aim.

He just does what he tells me to do.

He closes his eyes for a moment.

The birds take off.

P:”You know.”

R:”Yes.”

P:”Speak.”

R:”You Speak.”

P:”I know nothing.”

R:”That’s unlikely.”

P:”I don’t know what this stone is.”

R:”These were birds.”

P:”Who sent them?”

R:”Send?”

P:”They were tracking us.”

R:”They were animals.”

P:”They were weapons.”

R:”Interesting take.”

P:”You didn’t shoot.”

R:”I didn’t.”

He walks in front of me.

He won’t tell me who’s after us.

There’s no point in asking.


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