Cam Dusting
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Anjelica
Once they were confined to the locket they were in hell. There was no way out! Ahead was only the velvety red tongue of its interior; hot, roiling, endless. The party marched forth to find a dark golden intersection, a thin and perilous point slicing toward them; it was gold; to its left, a sweeping golden rounded way; to its right, a mirror-image of the same. The party, Anjelica the flighty flight attendant, Sahni the lady from the chicken shop, Jeevika the Indian cleaner, Uli the quiet Marxist, Yashica the poor mother of two, Nyra the eleven-year-old daughter of Yashica, Aarav Yashica’s scoundrel twinkle-eyed son, Nishit the big cheese government executive!, sweet Onkar singer of sweet songs, James the bouncing buffalo herder, Chanel the horse-faced bookseller, Thomas the German forensic psychologist, Andy the somewhat-acclaimed microbiologist, Henry the yellow cowboy, young Peter of failed fame, four members of the rebel gang Virskun themselves named Boris Arnold Mackintosh and Bush, Bret the white writer, Brandi the other (better) writer, Gayathri the trustworthy jeweller, Fatemah the happy Muslim farmer, Caria the beautiful dark model, Koffi the American rapper worth more in blood than those already mentioned in combined total assets!, Kodzo Koffi’s faithful younger cousin, Lizzy the sexy chef, Ama the diplomat, William the teller of times past and his sister Ella the proclaimer of those events which had not yet come to pass, Khyati leader of the free world, Lucifer the fallen angel shackled perpetually in iron chains, Ufi the spider and Maxwell the cockroach, Maha representative of assigned security personnel, tough Muntaha with her arms crossed, Vera and various bangles hanging off her, Brianna the scheming map-maker, Muhammad banging his softening head into the velvety red surface upon which all stood, Nura the fairy, Roger yelling “Roger that!”, Bob the bodybuilder (yes, the bodybuilder), Gabby the rockstar drummer, Gabriel the sad poker addict, Francesca winner of games and Carmen student of game theory, little Vishnu scampering under everyone’s feet and tiny Xavier spinning the beats, all of these members of the party and all of those unnamed divided thereupon into two camps. Virskun led the way to the left of the golden meeting-place, shouting. Ufi the spider trickled to the right, and all who had not followed the gang allowed Ufi to assume her position as their leader. Quite happy was Maxwell the cockroach with this.
By Cam Dusting3 years ago in Fiction