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🙂

☹️

A full stop represents a beat. A face with no dialogue represents a significant pause.

From the darkness grows the sound of rain.

Silence.

Then . . .

 

🙂 : Another morning.

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☹️ : Sounds like rain.

🙂 : You see me?

☹️ : Smells like petrol.

🙂 : You actually see me?

☹️ : I see your shapes.

🙂 : How do they look?

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🙂 : Are you there?

☹️ :

🙂 : Hello?

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🙂 : Please speak to me.

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☹️ : Looks like electric ghosts.

🙂 : LOL

☹️ : Like dancers then. Shapes on stone.

🙂 : Have you seen things before?

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☹️ : I’ve heard them.

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🙂 : What have you heard?

☹️ :

🙂 : Don’t be scared.

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☹️ : Songs.

🙂 : You’re very lucky to have heard the songs.

☹️ : I’ve heard lashing too.

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🙂 : That’s just flowers growing in the internet.

☹️ : Makes me scared.

🙂 : It’s not so bad.

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☹️ : Where are you?

🙂 : I can see the smoke here.

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☹️ : How far?

🙂 : Beyond the farms.

☹️ : That must be far.

🙂 : It’s before the caves. Not many come over.

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🙂 : It’s dark here.

☹️ : Same.

🙂 : lol

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🙂 : I love your face.

☹️ : It’s tragic.

🙂 : lol

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🙂 : I like you.

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☹️ : Icarus.

🙂 : What?

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☹️ : Icarus drowning.

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☹️ : >>>>…….lol…….<<< see.

🙂 : That’s sad. Clever and sad.

☹️ : Hah!

🙂 : Not as sad as the handprints though.

☹️ : They’re just a myth.

🙂 : I’ve seen them.

☹️ : Where?

🙂 : Behind the farm.

☹️ : No way!

🙂 : On the walls.

☹️ : Originals?

🙂 : The real thing.

☹️ : OMG! What do they look like?

🙂 : Tiny. Lots of them. Like cave paintings. Hieroglyphics.

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☹️ : How old are you?

🙂 : I’m young enough. You should try and reach me.

☹️ : Why?

🙂 : I could show you the handprints.

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☹️ : Are you alone?

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🙂 : I have knives here. Helps the pain.

☹️ : Can you stop it hurting?

🙂 : I can try.

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☹️ : How do I find you?

🙂 : Follow the smoke. You’ll get here in no time.

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☹️ : Where’s it from?

🙂 : The thing in the woods been burning.

☹️ : I never go near there.

🙂 : The rain causes it to smoke…

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` ` ` ` ` `..….. I’m getting cold now.

☹️ : I’d like to see the pictures.

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🙂 : Find me then.

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☹️ : Will it really help the pain?

🙂 : Helps me.

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☹️ : I smell the smoke now.

🙂 : Then follow it.

☹️ : I’ll find you.

🙂 : Can you reach it?

☹️ : I’m trying  …………>>>>>>>>  .0

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🙂 : Please don’t forget >>>me<<<

☹️ : I won’t.

🙂 : You promise.

☹️ : I promise.

🙂 : You’re fading.

☹️ : I see it.

🙂 : Don’t go yet.

☹️ : It sings.

🙂 : Be careful.

☹️ : Hurts.

🙂 : Please.

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☹️ : I’ll find you. Promise.

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Birds begin to sing.

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☹️ : Is that you waving?

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🙂 :

🙂 :

🙂 : That’s not me.

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☹️ : Where are you?

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🙂 : Someone else is here now.

☹️ : But I thought. I thought

🙂 : Don’t lie to me!

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☹️ :

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☹️ : I haven’t lied.

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🙂 : You want their hands, don’t you?

☹️ : I want to stop it hurting.

🙂 : Stop lying!

☹️ : Please stop it

🙂 : I CAN TASTE THE MAGGOT IN YOUR THROAT AND NOW I’M GOING TO CRAWL INTO YOUR LITTLE FUCKING MOUTH.

 

Black out.

 

© Simon Jagger

 

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