Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Sung Kim Escape

Sung Kim EscapeUnknown Artist Tango Rouge by Hamish BlakelyUnknown Artist Orange HorizonUnknown Artist Jillian David AgaveUnknown Artist Les Vins Rouges
looked up at the sandy hill.
‘There was jus’ me and him,’ he said. ‘And then jus’ me, remembering Holy Wood. And now. . . ‘ He raised his hand to his mouth.
‘Oo-er,’ he said.
YES, said Death.
It would be wrong to say a look of panic passed across Deccan Ribobe’s face, because at that moment it was several ‘Well, of course, I’m not telling you anything . . . ‘
NO.
‘ . . . I mean, I was hopin’ someone’d get shipwrecked or somethin’, or come treasure huntin’, and I could explain it like old Tento explained it to me, teach ‘em the chants, get it all sorted out before I died . . . ‘ yards away and wearing a sort of fixed grin, as if it had seen the joke at last. But his spirit was definitely worried. ‘See, the thing is,’ it said hastily, ‘no-one ever comes here, see, apart from the fishermen from the next bay, and they just leaves the fish and runs off on account of superstition and I couldn’t sort of go off to find an apprentice or somethin’ because of keepin’ the fires alight and doin’ the chantin’ . . . ‘ YES. ‘ . . . It’s a terrible responsibility, bein’ the only one able to do your job . . . ‘ YES, said Death.
YES?

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