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.