| Listen: You can hear the screaming. |
01 Mar 2006 |
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It was a woman's scream that pulled my attention off what I had been working on. Bits of prismatic false snow drifted down from my fingers onto the landscape below, tiny particles in my fingers but drifts that no man could cross on that scale. Brushing the last of them from my hands, I stared stupidly at the open door to the balcony. Khayman must have opened it. I couldn't remember doing it. Then again, I don't remember much these nights unless I have someone to relate it back to me repeatedly. I wonder if Alzheimer’s is something one of us can get. Screams aren't out of the ordinary here if they're coming from the casino, but that sounded to my sharpened senses as if it had come from the far side, not the near centre where the casino was located. I stood there on the balcony for a time, head cocked to the side as if I were a stupid dog hearing a far off sound or whistle before I made sure no one was around and leaped off.
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