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Indefinite Length, Part 6


30. Apr. 2018

© KIM BREEDING-MERCER / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - "Indefinite Length, Part 6"
© KIM BREEDING-MERCER - "Indefinite Length, Part 6"

A low hum and sheltering bubble of shade persist at table 2, where you sit across from a man who has just given you the power to rid yourself of -- what did he call it? -- "Sludge?"

"The stuff that weighs you down."

Pain. Spots. Disappointment. Clogs. Fear and sadness, all the loss you've ever felt. Tar. "Anger?"

He nods. "Yes, that too."

All of it, just tossed into someone else's lap. You know so many worthy assholes! But--

"Why me? Why now?"

"Ah," he croons, and leans in, folding his hands on the table, making a steeple with his index fingers. He wiggles them, then stops. "You made the call." He looks into your eyes. "Really!" He unfolds his hands and taps his right index finger on the table, as if pointing to something. "Try writing your dreams down once in a while. As much as you can remember. After a while, you'll be able to mine gold from that." He smiles, and that feeling of recognition pokes at your brain again.

You watch as Johnny Facenda stands. The sights and sounds of Your Friendly Neighborhood Bar & Grille(TM) rush in around you. He walks out the door.

You can hear your staff in the kitchen, and as you look around you see that all the chairs are up on their tables, the floor has been mopped, and the TVs over the bar are dark and silent. You force yourself to get up and participate in the ritual of closing.

As you walk home you think about your childhood, and recall a day of sunshine and laughter, and wonder; dandelions, buttercups, bicycles, and awe. You step over a discarded Gatorade bottle full of piss, and pull out your pack of cigarettes. Does darkness include cancer? Fuck cancer. You light up.

The night is clear, and the air is moving. Breezes ruffle your overcoat and blow the exhaled smoke away from your lips quickly and efficiently. Your eyes water. You're looking forward to a long, hot shower, grinning in spite of yourself as you begin to make a mental list of people you hate; people karma forgot. You look down at the palm of your hand, and even in the dim light of the suburban street you're walking on you can see the sigil. "Me and you, sexy, we're gonna give it to 'em," you say.

Indefinite Length, Part 6 -- Photo By Kim Breeding-Mercer
Indefinite Length, Part 6 -- Photo By Kim Breeding-Mercer




IN WHICH: You step over a discarded Gatorade bottle full of piss, and pull out your pack of cigarettes. Does darkness include cancer? Fuck cancer. You light up.

Indefinite Length is part of the Long Range Reconnaissance Role Playing Game: LRRRPG.com

© KIM BREEDING-MERCER / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - "Indefinite Length, Part 6"

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