“I was a model for God’s sake!” She sneers at heart pathetic staff. “How could you let me go out wearing this? It says ‘I don’t care Do U?’ people will think I am a monster!”
The first lady throws the coat against the wall.
No one speaks. The eyes are locked on the floor it’ll be a long flight back.
She stands arms on hoops waiting for one of them to come tell her it’ll be alright. They don’t.
She reaches a glass of water. Her throat dry freedom the outside air.
Slowly the water freezes dripping ice over the side.
“No one say a word” whispers a staffer
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12. Thewless – Adjective. thewless (not comparable) (obsolete) Lacking morals or virtue. Lacking vigour or energy; listless; weak; nerveless
I’m postponing the next corresponding move. She knows I’ll make a deasil path. There’s are finite ways to revolve within her drab ginger world. Best to approach thewlessly, any signs of envy must be counterweighted by contempt. Her personality pressurize the simplest thingsn like saying ‘hello’
I pass the old black tower alone. The late Sun rays tell my presences. My shot at passing without being called upon seems to fade. I fiddle eighth my hands. Thoughts of becoming a treat for the legendary dragon named Honey harms my spirits.
12. Decathect (v)) to withdraw one’s feelings of attachment from (a person, idea, or object), as in anticipation of a future loss)
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“What’s left?” I search for tangible signs of life here. “Maybe an alien, or possibility a duck in garnet….”
Reality reverts is possessive grip upon me. My trance state objurgates me for allowing it’s dissolution. My pulse quickening as anxiety enhances the importance of my next move.
“I decathect your thoughts! I’m done!” I wait for reality’s response.
“The spirit listens. What you breathe and what writing you place upon the sacred Earth matters.” Black Bear looks away as he talks following a cloud with his eyes. “Prosper is not an act. It dulls senses. Slowly, it digs through your years leaving holes.”
“So do I put this piece of malachite on Ebay or not?” Jessica looks at her Grandfather. Her vision of a few dollars rapidly disappears.
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“Indigo 367. please knowledge.” The radio crackles.
“Jim. They say there’s no-one on board. How does a plane land itself?” Martin taps on the display. A hundred planes move like bugs on the screen.
“Just say it, Jim. The plane took off three years ago.” Martin nervously awaits instructions from the FFA. “It was terrorism, then computer failure… I mean we have no idea what’s still inside.”
“Mommy? Why are we way over here? I thought we go right up to the buildings?” Maggie looks excitedly out the little window at the men slowly surrounding the plane.
“They probably don’t have room for us.” Mommy lies through her teeth. She knows the flight was overdue. No-one told them why it seemed so long. “We be out of here soon, little girl.”
A nervous plane awaits a nervous world. Neither knows what to expect.
Questions slam my cycle of thinking. Logic lost in blast, racing away down some back channel. I’m left to crawl, acting like a bad suspect playing chances against a ruthless detective.
I click the stupid link again.
The wheel spins. Network error. Again.
I’m hiding in a close black corner called home. I belong here were I was put. I skip the laugh to be invisible.
And you call me a cardboard cutout.