Thursday 24 June 2010

...of urinating

I piss on the fatherland.
The detective and I had the place to ourselves. Nevertheless he had chosen a bay one away from me. Nothing was coming out of him. I was finished myself and I listened to the silence. A minute passed, still nothing. The silence boomed with a sense of strain and i was bitterly amused with it all. I glanced sideways at the detective. There it was, a rigid profile, not quite baboonish, that shivered ever so slightly above that bull neck.

[Shadow Game, Power, M.]

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