watermelon island chapter seventy

– What is this prince? (asked Sleepy Eyes)
– He’s the one I am supposed to marry. (said Lucy)
– Is that what you want?
– I don’t know. (said Lucy looking directly into the eyes of Sleepy Eyes)
– I want you do something for me Lucy.
– OK.
– I want you to tell me what light means to you.
– OK.
– So tell me.
– Light is. Cracked.
– Cracked?
– There’s a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.
– Hm. That’s very good Lucy. Are you feeling spiritual Lucy?
– Spiritual?
– Yes. Do you feel holy. In touch with the divine?
– Divine?
– Do you feel at one with everything?
– Sort of.
– Good.
–  Do you feel sick Lucy? Do you feel full? So full of the holy you want to stick you fingers down your throat and puke?

There was a pause while the suggestion registered. Then Lucy walked toward the corner of the room and stuck her fingers down her throat.
– Good Lucy. Very good.

Published by Marcus Slease

Born in Portadown, Northern Ireland, Marcus Slease has made his home in such places as Turkey, Poland, Italy, South Korea, the United States, Spain, and the United Kingdom – experiences that inform his nomadic surrealist writing. His latest book is Never Mind the Beasts (Dostoyevsky Wannabe 2020).

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