R:”We are arrived.”
P:”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Intense.
Breaking.
A scream.
And I stop to shout.
Shotgun.
Shoots from inside the Brain.
Instructions.
Look around cautiously.
Metallic buildings, people walking, uniforms, more vehicles, fire weapons.
The seat, the bottle, my leg, a leaf.
Chatter, laughers & the animals singing…
Perfume & Stew…
Loss.
5 things, 4 things, 3 things, 2 things, 1 thing
R:”…”
P:”…”
He looks at me, puzzled.
Not what he was looking for.
These eyes mean that.
R:”We are arrived.”
P:”…”
R:”Do you need to hold someone?”
P:”No.”
R:”Follow me then.”
That’s an encampment.
Yes.
Look at these skirts.
They must only wear them indoors.
R:”Will you start?”
P:”Start?”
R:”I need to know what’ll you say & do once we’re in the meeting room.”
P:”You…
You’re from here.
You work for these people?”
R:”What do you know of them?”
P:”I don’t know them.”
R:”Why do you want to know about my relationship with them?”
P:”You’ve got no mate.”
R:”…”
P:”You walk alone.
These people.
They walk in group.
If they don’t, their lost.”
R:”And you?”
P:”I don’t feel comfortable here.”
R:”What will you say once you’re in?”
P:”If I see something I like, I’ll say just that.”
R:”If not?”
P:”Nothing.”