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The murmurs of the crowd seemed to die down for the moment, the patrons of the establishment losing interest when they saw that the pair lowered their voices and were no longer screaming at each other. Nanika still bore a look of ire towards the woman, but she was playing nice. “Then you figured incorrectly,” Nanika answered, bristling. “She's not goods, she is a human and regardless of others in my profession, my employees are all treated as such.”

Nanika raised her eyebrow, eager to see the placed cards. The woman wasn't needlessly evil, as it was. Just, evil. The thought of her best employee and closest friend going to this...this...monster was enough to send shivers down her spine and she shook her head, “I cannot take money for her. She is my employee and friend, not a slave. She has to decide whether to go with you or not.” She sighed and looked at Tritonia like a woman who lost all hope and nodded her head up the stairs, “Follow me. The three of us are going to talk. If you try some of that shit that you just pulled, I will kill you and face the consequences later. Now, come.”
All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.

Even insects breathe.

-Rawi Hage, Cockroach
Old Posted 07-18-2018, 03:55 PM Reply With Quote