February 04, 2022, 06:49 AM
The pale man began to approach him. Pier flinched, a spasm that shook the snow and his facade of bravado off of his shoulders.
Now he was close enough so that he could see the redness of his eyes.
A part of him looked at this scene, hovering just outside of his body, and examined it with the distance of an anthropologist, a faithful curator of foolish disasters. Here is a wrecked car, the chassis all Brailled up with bullet holes. Here is a cruise ship, belly-up and flooded. And here is a man with his throat slit, lying in the snow.
His head spun with fear. He swayed gently, from side to side. It seemed as if he was losing consciousness.
You won’t speak to me?
Now he was close enough so that he could see the redness of his eyes.
Answer me!He shouted, loosed spittle, with his knees halfway to buckling.
A part of him looked at this scene, hovering just outside of his body, and examined it with the distance of an anthropologist, a faithful curator of foolish disasters. Here is a wrecked car, the chassis all Brailled up with bullet holes. Here is a cruise ship, belly-up and flooded. And here is a man with his throat slit, lying in the snow.
His head spun with fear. He swayed gently, from side to side. It seemed as if he was losing consciousness.
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RE: Hanto - by Pier - February 04, 2022, 06:49 AM