Category: Shandaar 1

P:”I’m in.” L:”I will-” T:”A moment.” P:”I’m in. Please take good care of me.” L:”…” P:”I’ll get into your research team. Or army. Or whatever it is. And I’ll bring everything I have to this place. And take it back. And then bring it back again.” L:”…” P:”I’ll take it. Anything you throw at me.”…

Violin. I want to play the Violin. Because It’s hard. Because It’s sexy.   Out of the tent. My little bread, my little bed. This Sandwich really works. Even if there isn’t much meat. I need a patty. Patty… If your name is Patty…   What am I thinking about? They’re inside. He won’t wait…

He gets to speak with her.      It’s been a moment since.      They enjoy each other?        The tent we’ve been placed in is large.      It’s warm & dry here.      Even if the jungle is next door.      Cushions.      Hum.      Plumy. R:”…” P:”?!” R:”Are you busy?” P:”No.” R:”…” P:”Should…

They throw a Blob at us. Fleshy, Globulous. I throw up. P:”…” R:”…”   He gets closer to the wall & I. P:”What’s this?” R:”I’m trying to determine it.”   The smell… It’s fresh & well red. Gorged with bright blood. But smells like it was born rotten. This deep smell. R:”It’s wonderfully organic.” P:”It’s…

The Bones… They shamble. P:”The Folly.” R:”Quiet.” P:”The limbs. The trunks. And the skulls. Exposed as a wall.” R:”Shut up. I’m listening.”   There must be 12 of them.      But as they are disposed, they look like a million.      Aligned. They’re all aligned. Markings on the skulls & hands. Signs… What are these?…