Lost Xanadu

January 23, 2018January 26, 2018 ~ Piece, of the Sky ~ 1 Comment

Mississippi Sky (1)

Kaan walked through the streets in the late afternoon. A light rain was falling. Trash tumbled across the asphalt and collapsed into the gutter. Power lines crisscrossed the sky.

She walked past burned-out houses, the tops of their windows blackened with smoke.

The sky was beige, going orange, as it neared sunset. Kaan allowed her steps to fall in step with the extra weight of the 9mm on her waist, and kept moving forward.

The landscape grew more dilapidated. She passed more burned-out houses, some of the fires more recent, lawns still submerged in fire-hydrant water, water-logged and saturated, the long grass, not mowed in months, poking out of the brackish water, like tufts of hair.

Kaan passed a gnarled, dried-out willow, her way-marker in this area. Xan lived around here, at the edge of the woods, at the edge of night.

Xan’s house, was more of a shack, re-purposed, with faulty wiring and rerouted piping. The one window on the house’s façade loomed like an empty eye socket, a toothless smile.

The ridged, cast-iron door opened as Kaan approached, making her way through the fallen leaves. Xan appeared in the doorway, albino hair unkempt, wearing her usual stained all-white clothes.

Kaan came to the threshold, “Why do you continue to live here?”

Xan just gave her a frightened look. “I offered you space at the shelter; why don’t you live there?” Kaan continued.

Xan was not paying attention, instead looking around Kaan and expectantly at the package Kaan was surely carrying in her black trench coat.

Kaan sighed, “Do you have the money?”

Xan cast her forlorn, sunken eyes in Kaan’s direction, and produced from a soiled satchel a tangled wad of cash.

Kaan took the cash, counted the 100s and pocketed them. From her coat, she produced the package, wrapped in brown paper and duct tape. Heladon, the esper’s drug. Prevented complete identity disintegration – as Xan was clearly suffering from here.

“Here you go,” Kaan said.

Xan grabbed the package, and anger flashed through her eyes, before her face slackened into its standard flat expression.

Kaan, exasperated, turned to go.

“We were all in the same lab once, you know.” Xan said. The cast-iron door closed behind Kaan. The clouds opened, and the wind blew down from the upper atmosphere, in the final minutes of twilight.

a perfect dream

Songs:

BACKWOOD BOY – LEAN WIT DA FANTA PT. 2

prodlzr – WTF ARE YOU DOING

Cosmastly – PINK FUR COAT

Cosmastly – DEEZ WITCHE$

Erasure – A Little Respect

Related: Espers and Labs

Something that Happened

January 21, 2018January 26, 2018 ~ Piece, of the Sky ~ 1 Comment

Walking home, late at night, from Zone 2 to Zone 1, over bridges and past alleys. Alone, except for early morning commuters and loud street-cleaning vehicles. Passing giant radio towers and skyscrapers, like Centre Point, once the meeting place for spies and agents, still elegant, long past its heyday. Mysterious, seen from every point in Zone 1, its purpose all but forgotten, just another spot on the skyline.

The sky goes from black to blue. Orange street lights give way to bright, white ones. Garbage men collect giant plastic bags from overflowing dumpsters. The whole city is silent, inhaling and exhaling deeply. A fine, London mist is falling, as Alli crosses the circular streets and passes the local coffee shops, not yet open. Coming home from the clubs, half past 6 am.

No ghosts on the streets – just steam rising through manhole covers, the sky an unfeeling gray, a steel sheet over the Millennium Bridge, the Thames moving onward, wordlessly below – moving inescapably to the sea, cutting across a city, from east to west, an ancient navel for Londoners, going back beyond Britannia and the Roman occupation, past Aquae Sulis, in Bath – onward, back to Stonehenge.