- Vol. 04
- Chapter 06
A pause arrived, exploitation’s cessation, to the restaurant evening. She stood, dressed to serve, like every other woman, waiting. But, armed with her icon, from the hiding inside pocket, ran her finger over the too soft corners of the photo; the delicate brindling of black night against woman white bone, skeleton burgeoning with devotion who wore a corona’s antlers, salutation to the moon, was singing praise ye yahs of fertile prayer, ready to glory – the gilded promise of night ahead, of dance at the crossroads, charged then filled, naked with mystery. She stood out spilled in the restaurant evening and chose belief in the prayer for the baby that never comes. The bar clogged with patrons, too canned from alcohol, she ran of abstinence from the world of real problems, collapsing – misfits infiltrated her mind and together they blew apart the evening with a skeleton of deer and a dancing woman’s magic.