I have a mood for some revolution. Or just kill something.
The woman returned in a few minutes, holding a tray in her hands.
— You
eat thisand you will not argue with me, — she said, placing the tray on the bed.
— I have not started yet, — he answered, and with a quick movement pulled off a mug of tea from the tray.
The woman sat down beside her and, without looking at him, said:
— You’ve been here for three days, should someone look for you? Parents, friends, girlfriend?
The young man froze. It seems, it is banished? But that’s all he needs, to leave this house?
— I must somehow tell your family that you’re all right and do not have to worry, — she continued.
The young man relaxed. He chatted with tea in a mug and smiled sourly.
— What do you call people who have no one?
— I do not know, — the woman thought. — Losers?— Oh. Then I’m at their club.
Gambler and Object.
The woman was much lower than the boy. But still managed to look at him from the top down and the young man felt like a child under the gaze of her bright blue eyes.
She approached him, frowning and the young man tried to back away from her, but there was nowhere. He did not like it when he was approached by people, and even standing
naked in front of a stranger, and at all brought him to despair.— Listen, young man. I sat with you for three days and I do not want my efforts to be wasted. So now you lie down and do not stand until I tell you.
She stepped back a few paces from him and said angrily:
— Shall I count to five?
— Do not, — the young man growled.
He slipped into bed and hissed:
— If I knew where my pants were, I would not give up so quickly.
— I prefer men without them, — the woman said cheerfully and left the room.
The young man leaned back against the pillow and smiled. Such a strange one.
Object 16.
— It seems that the ribs are broken, and I see no more visible damage. I’ll put the bandages on.
— And is he okay?
— A
very young boy, the body must cope, there is nothing terrible in him,-
the older woman shrugged and continued to gently wash off dirt and blood
with a clean rag. — Such a strange birthmark in the groin … Did you say something, Object?— No, I’m not … I’m going out, okay?
The
woman nodded, not looking up from her occupation and a young girl with a
strange name Object moved back to the door, throwing glances at
the young man, lying unmoved on the bed. The feeling of disgust in her eyes mixed with hatred.
Aisha.
— Wake up, Reth, wake up!
— What happened? — a woman muttered sleepily, lying in bed. — What time is it, Object?
— Never mind! There’s a man and, it seems, he’s going to die right now in your garden beds!
The woman opened her eyes instantly — sleep as it had not happened.
— Come, Object.
Hello, ladies!
I’m think I’m too shaggy. And this my new hat (yes,not black)
A thin girl came out of a tiny house and squinted, looking at the sun rising from the horizon. Reaching out, she yawned and suddenly noticed from the corner of her eye something unintelligible near the beds. Something black and long… what could it be?
Cautiously approaching a strange object, she convulsively sucked in air. Human.
Leaning closer to him, he tried to understand whether he was alive or not. Under
the baggy sweater, he could not see if he was breathing and the girl
grabbed the man — a young man, almost a teenager — by the hand, trying
to find a pulse. Alive.
Howondaland 