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Sunday, July 06, 2008
Chapter 1
prelude in heaven
The man was black. But he wasn't African. If anything, his features were rather Nordic. He was black the way construction paper is black. Flat, no variance. He picked up the gold lighter and lit a cigarette. "I'm coming to like these," he said.

She smiled. "I understand they're not good for you." There was amusement in her voice. She was white the way he was black. Not pink, not rosy here and a little tanned there. She was white. Her hair was white. Her lips and tongue were white. She was beautiful. She had wings.

"These churchy types are starting to annoy me," he said. "They're so sincere."

"They pray to us," she said. "Did you know that?"

"They pray to you."

"Well, yes. They pray to me. You seem to scare them. It's your personality."

He laughed. "You don't seem to be scared."

"I can see you."

"There's that, yes."

"What do you suppose they think we are?" she asked.

"Something that moves through them like the wind." He blew a smoke ring. "Something that makes them shiver in the dark." Then, turning, "What do you think we are?"

"Don't go getting all metaphysical."

"All right. But they piss me off. Who likes being set up on a pedestal?"

Now she laughed.

"Let's go fuck with their heads," she said.


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