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Thinking about the Past (Part VIII)
VIII.
Markithors would not come out of my head.
They became the drugs of my imagination.
Such drugs that make you feel awkward, but so damn
good.
I tried to do a small investigation on them, but I
failed.
The G detective was now helpless - markithors were
not mentioned anywhere. Neither
were markoths.
I subconsciously felt that I was related to them and
I had to ask the city in a very gentle way.
It looked at me, its eyelashes touching the sky.
I recognized that angry look of an animal, a wild
beast lurking over the corner.
I didn't expect it to react so abruptly - its claws
were already under my skin...
Two hours on the floor and a pool of saliva damped
my hair to the roots.
Was I sleeping?
The city was sitting on its haunches with the sheet
of parchment
in its teeth.
I spoted the sign of markithors on the paper.
Did it allow me to learn about them?
My eyes were soon filled with the most innocent
tears a human may produce.
Did the city hurt me? Will I get scars?
No, it could not possibly have happened.
I must have fallen asleep.
Yours,
Sam
