IXL.
- I saw master's book. It's been published since sHe disappeared. Queenie
told me he'd seen it in a bookstore online. I downloaded a bit of it. It's
about stories about language, sHe's translated them into pictures using a
limited palate of the old ascii standard. It's very clever.
- Isn't that praising with faint damnation.
- No, you have it arse over tit.
- Mmmmm
- Though sometimes I think I'll see him in the street if I just look at the
right time, I think sHe's gone to Australia.
- I am on my way there now. Shall I look for her?
- No. As you can see, my belongings are packed. I was going to look for
her myself. But now I think sHe will never find her way back. Perhaps sHe
adopts the narrative convenience of amnesia. And you also will return
again different.
- We only have another day, it seems fated that way. I worry we may not
meet again.
- No, I've met you before, I'll meet you again I'm sure is the fated. Worry
not.
Lynx and her interlocutor hurl themselves onto the bed. She grabs his hair
and begins placing her mouth over every part of his face in turn. "You are
not allowed to move," she tells him, "If you move, I shall be forced to
restrain you."
"I will be perfectly still," he says. "your words alone are enough to send
me rigid."
She starts at his neck and drags a damp line to an ear. The one on the
left it looks like. Whereupon she seems to bite it gently, taking the lobe
between her teeth inhaling chunks of air from around his head.
She suddenly feels hungry again.