I can't go on this way. Living on grimy floors, behind drawn shades. Fisher crouches in my bedroom, still locked away. Sometimes I can hear him move. But he hasn't tried to leave. I almost wish he would. Something has to change here, and clearly he won't force it.
Shadows move across my walls now. Even at midday. Sunlight huddles around my window and will not enter my apartment. I can open the door and stare out into a bright autumn day, wavering with unreality. It always looks blurred now, sunsoaked and too bright. Like an old photograph of better times. I open my door and look out into the world and I cannot step out into it. Fisher will moan, or my hand will start to ache or I will remember the spiraling bones within the earth.
Last night as I slept, eyes opened before my own. Dark and haloed spots in my vision. A great and mottled wing unfurled before my face and pinned me with false vision. Eyespots to inspire fear. And I am indeed afraid. The world outside my apartment is a thousand miles away.
But I can't go on like this. Fisher and I must leave this place. We cannot continue cowering in cold rooms.
Let the end come. Tonight, I will take Fisher from this place. I will bind his wrists, if I must. I will drag him, if I must. But we will leave.
I will take him back to the hollow in the earth. Back to the winding labyrinth of suspended unknown bones that he has made. He started down this path we are on, and I all unknowing followed him. Tonight, he will finish it or I will finish it for him.
Let the eyes watch me. Let the fugitive lurk within my flesh, and his. I don't care. Tonight it will be done, for better or for worse.
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Bone Pattern
FantasyCalix Bishop has become comfortable treading the border between her daylight world of Walmart, banks, and rent payments and the darker world she has found of woven magic, artists and hidden knowledge. But when she stumbles upon a particular cache o...
