das geheimnisse
doesnt that look suggest sound far
more innarestin appealin than its Anglosaxonised (miserable) word secrets
secretes one way
secrets get outbecome known
she led
he followed
she didnt say she knew where she
was going without a word she abruptly
turned her back on him an walked away she ignored him as he called to her
he nearly didnt follow her
there were times in the past he didnt
then she was agitated more than now
an without
a reason to finger he was compelled
one might call it a gut feeling
yet this was to a man who hadnt anything
he described as a gut feeling or . . .
ah yes intuition he left his intuition theirs up to her
it
wasnt a cop out
if you dont have thumbs you dont stand along a highway trying to thumb a ride
if you dont have thumbs you dont stand along a highway trying to thumb a ride
she walked away
she was obviously disturbed
he went after herhe had no choice
compelled
what is compulsion? guilt
ignorance regret . . . fear
he followed behind her maybe thirty thirtythree steps
when she took a corner rounding it he found she hadnt altered her cadence
her lead remained the same
when she took a corner rounding it he found she hadnt altered her cadence
her lead remained the same
he walked heavily
she
was probably aware he was following her
she
wasnt deaf
the sky was troubled
it twisted fretfully an darkened
one might say it threatened
rain
she didnt lookup
she kept her head bent forwardeyes on the ground
she kept her head bent forwardeyes on the ground
he saw it
the sky wasnt threatening
it was a done dealjust a matter
of when
when the rain came it wept softly miserably
when the rain came it wept softly miserably
cold
it made his shoulder ache
she hunched her shouldersshook her sleeves down over her hands then her hands into her armpits
she looked neither left or
right at the buildingsnot the warmlighted businesses for refuge
the streets looked greased
cars slitheredanhissed
the sky grew darker angrier
the rain whispered
the weather her lead irritated him
yet he kept pace an followed
then ahead over her he saw a bricked warehouse appear loom out of the pall
nearly imperceptibly she lifted
her head upit fell again
her pace quickenedher heels
sharper at the pavement
he spedup his pacehis weight
disappearing out of his steps closed
their distance
she couldnt hear him now
he wouldnt let her
she walked through a broken gate
in a tall chainlinked fence at its perimeterup the cracked an weedsplit walk
to a threestepped greenmould concrete stoop
a pair of dilapidated glasspaned doors
were ajar
she sidestepped between them
he was at the stoops thresholdcovered
the steps in two boundsslipped between the heavy doors
he wasnt thirteen feet behind her
he wasnt thirteen feet behind her
they entered a wide blackangreen
tiled lobby strewn with brokenglass leaves sticks slips of discarded mildewed typed
pages
a yawning doorway was deadcenter at
the lobbys rear
it gave onto a stairwell
she went through it an up
stairs to landings
once around the landings an up she
was blind to the steps she had ascended
he followed her up four flights
there she entered a huge pillared
room
tall glasspaned windows lighted
it a sicklyyellow light
from where it emanated he couldnt discern
their shadows cast about like
wraiths
there were odd stacked ruined cardboard
boxes an wood crates whose tops were brokeopen splintered by anglebars or clawhammers packing shred littered the floor
she weaved her way between them neared the dull illuminated windows
he flanked her left his access free of debris
something long an black laid perpendicular
to the windowpanes on the timber floor before her
she stopped walking
she shook the rain out of her
hair
it fell on her shoulder in strands
she disrobed laid her coat blouse and
long skirt on a broken crate
she wasnt wearing undergarments
she stepped forward an straddling
the black object
her skin was goosefleshed
her head tilted forward held down submissively
the object moved slightly
he watched
it wiggled
he watched
a mans head emerged from the top
of it nearest the windows his shoulders
emerged then his arms
he grasped her legs above her
boots an scooted his body on the floor positioning his head nearly between her
spread legs
a slick was evident where he
dragged himself
then neither moved
he watched
the man said something he couldnt
make out
she began to squat
infuriated he sprang soundlessly like a cat at a mousechucked her with his forearmknocking her off
her feet onto the floor
he turned to the bedrolled man
who
seethedspit through his teeth You have no control over her an grimacing to
laughbut it broke as he was snatched off the floor
An
you wont either he grunted Control Manipulation Damn youhe humped him up over his head an
pivoted using the mans weightused his head to plow through the paned glass an
heaved him into the courtyard or whatever lay below
if he screamed he didnt hear himhe had turned to her prostrate
formher mewling he walked over to her
she looked drugged
her eyes wandered the floorwandered
his boots beside her head
he knelt
he caressed her cheek with the
back of his hand
her eyes lighted with his touchan
who she was timidly nimbly began to suffer her
an as her awareness wound around her she grasped his hand
she began to weep
she began to weep
There he said There now
Quiet
he slipped his coat off an sitting
her up he gently wrapped her in it
she shivered
Im cold she said
since turning
her back to him Im cold spoke volumes to him inferredhe hoped that she was returning from wherever it was she had been
he scraped up packing excelsior
broken bits of crate an lids an began a fire
he wrung an draped her wet coat
an clothing on a tepee of upset crates
the smokes shroud exited with the
warehouses exhale through the broken windowpane
the light grew stronger in her eyes
off a dream early
Friday morning 1713, Friday,
1 12. 17
1501, Saturday,
2 12. 17
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