he held a heavy coil of hotpink cord in one hand

                                                                 one semielastic end was tied off to an attractive sculpted leg of a stout hardwood tabletied to the slender ankle above its splayed foot

he was compelled at risk of violencethe riskthreat not physically present to get down on all fourscompelled to crawl and loop or tie off the cord at approximate intervals that best he could discern

                                                                       he was not to reverse  always forward alwaysalways forward

somehowfor some reason he knewsome way he was suited to this task   

                                                                        where he crawled he couldnt stand or stoop was broken or collapsed remnant of a construction  blinkeredblindfolded transported on horseback to wherever this place was he did not know its scale

                               despite broken as it was light filtered in sometimes thin rays swirling wisps sometimes bathingwarming him he could not tell if it was sunlight or unnatural

                                                                        when he paused  to straighten a legbrush his hands free of crumbledebris FORWARD like spurs or a whip to an animal

                                                                           made him curious as removed as he was how FORWARD could be inflicted

                                   just not that curious 

the coil was spent

                           Now wha he thought

a disembodied voice

                    Now nothing.

he felt a painful stitchwent black    he vanished asif he never was

Saturday PM, 25  12. to Sunday, AM 26  12. 21

1204,  Twosday,  28  12. 21

Miles Davis  On the Corner  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PCxYvslbAwg