Tag: Rummer John

I fell through a thousand worlds. Through winters and summers. Through solid rock and open skies. Silks and furs and iron couldn’t hold me. Plastics and biofilms and networks couldn’t catch me. I had no place in any of them. I fell through a thousand worlds in the blink of an eye and landed on…

It started with a private tarot reading in the home of the client. While the deck’s message to the client was encouraging and only slightly chiding, the deck’s private message to me was I should go straight home at once and not look “to the left nor to the right”. As I was paid (in…

Me: “Thank you for [doing the thing]. Especially since I said you didn’t have to follow through after I couldn’t keep my end.” Rummer John: “Nonsense. I promised you I would [do the thing], and that’s just what I did.”

He leaned against the signpost on the crossroads that suddenly appeared before me. Looking every bit like the embodiment of a bad idea on payday night and drawing on his cigar like it would quench feverish and hot-blooded thirst. “Hey Girl… where ya headed?” I came to a full stop in front of him. I…

“You made it. I did not think you would accept my invitation.” The ridden man lurched as he struggled to walk towards me. The audience looked at me in worry and wonder, as I was not counted among the celebrants, and was standing in the section reserved for tourists and photographers. I lifted my hat…

“So you wear a hat, now. It’s pretty. Frames your face well.” It took me a while to recognize who was speaking. Watching him pour the guilt-dark fluid into the chipped glasses didn’t help. Smelling the arrogantly sharp blackstrap rum, did. “Yes, Sir. I finally found one to my liking.”

Rummer John ran his fingers over the one token I must wear at all times. The mark of [the one] that crowns me. The one god that actually owns me. “So, Girl. Tell me about [certain future plans]. Are things still going to go as you think they are?”

Seeing that Marian icon so soon after waking up is not helping the brain meats. Not even recounting Mom’s bullshit from yesterday is helping me be all the way here. No neat plot line to follow, just a bunch of apparently unconnected scenes. *CUT*