The No Name Diary

I was sitting there eating a bowl of the stuff, relishing it. With Ice, who’d been getting more rowdy as that Friday evening wove its way along. Through the beats, brushing him like he was at the barber’s, a moment’s play where cuteness was cut out by a savaging claw. Then Ice just prowling off disapprovingly, play fighting with the table leg on his way to lie across the center of the room and consider the cat-flap.

“You never hunt with me.”, he finally says. ” I’ve got to say that hurts me my brother”,

“You’ve never asked!“

“Yeah, well maybe I shouldn’t have to.” he purrs in reply.

(PAUSE)

I get up. “Go on then, let’s go.”

Quietly we exit the front door with the hall light out.

I see Laif, with that black horse, following that old woman through a deep red canyon, the old woman by whom she was named. And then they are out in a dazzling desert, walking and walking. Laif stumbles, the mirage of water before her, the old woman’s form disappearing off as a distant blur over a hill…

Laif awakes in a starry, suddenly cool night, the horse and the old woman are gone. There is water, and she crawls over; falling into the waters of the oasis.