Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
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“This is sabotage! This is not what I want!”<br />
“You haven’t told me to leave.”<br />
“I want to know why you came & what you want.”<br />
“I don’t know.”<br />
Silence. “<strong>The</strong>n go now.”<br />
“I didn’t know I was coming. I saw the TV show too, & I went out & I haven’t gone<br />
back. I don’t know where I am now, exactly.”<br />
Pause. “Are you in trouble?”<br />
“I don’t know.”<br />
“I owe you nothing.”<br />
“Yes.”<br />
“Go.”<br />
“Do you really mean that?”<br />
“Come back as a man not a mist.”<br />
“Why?”<br />
“That’s for you to risk.”<br />
“Is there any good answer between us?”<br />
“I don’t know”<br />
“I’ll go now.”<br />
“Don’t come again at all unless you are serious.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> woods are dark, he’s back in his body. What was that? What the fuck was that?<br />
He checks his bag. Checks himself. Both OK. <strong>The</strong> woods are quiet but they are<br />
woods.<br />
He looks around & finds nothing human in evidence. Not even a trail. How did he<br />
get here?<br />
<strong>The</strong> high moon gives him some light to raise camp by. His tent pops into place, his<br />
things go within with his sleeping bag & pillow.<br />
No sleep though. Not even close. He wonders how close he is to any of Boss Dogg’s<br />
secrets. Are there tripwires he’s luckily missed? Cameras up above he can’t see?<br />
A campfire would be a bad idea. Better to bundle up layered thickly. It’s not too<br />
cold.<br />
No creatures. Not even distant noises. A howl or a hoot would give him much<br />
reassurance. A rustle.<br />
Nothing.<br />
A can of beans with mini hot dogs. A couple of tokes. A can of diet soda. Now some<br />
weariness.<br />
A drift. Longer now. Crawl & stagger into tent. Zip up & then into sleeping bag. All<br />
flaps closed. Maybe there is a rustle before the next drift that carries him away,<br />
A clock, tick tock.<br />
But no, no tick tock.<br />
A broken clock.<br />
OK, check the next. No tick tock. Broken clock.<br />
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