Spread papers, stacked jars, some ingredient caught mid-prep; a cutting board or drying rack abandoned. It sprawls across his desk and the shelves behind, the site of some impossibly small, localized hurricane.
There are signs, if you know where to look: A steady rotation of objects, the way that nothing which matters sits out too long, or is left before prying eyes. There are signs — the neatness of his coat, a well-organized bag; bedroom stripped bare of ornament. Animals mark their territory.
"Mssr. Dickerson," Light enough. Tonight, the books and bottles have been set aside, returned to proper place. The long branch on the table before him is heavy, charred at the ends. Isaac cautiously unwinds the cord from its middle. "Thank you for coming on such oblique notice — will you please shut the door?"
jesus how was this two weeks sorry dude
Spread papers, stacked jars, some ingredient caught mid-prep; a cutting board or drying rack abandoned. It sprawls across his desk and the shelves behind, the site of some impossibly small, localized hurricane.
There are signs, if you know where to look: A steady rotation of objects, the way that nothing which matters sits out too long, or is left before prying eyes. There are signs — the neatness of his coat, a well-organized bag; bedroom stripped bare of ornament. Animals mark their territory.
"Mssr. Dickerson," Light enough. Tonight, the books and bottles have been set aside, returned to proper place. The long branch on the table before him is heavy, charred at the ends. Isaac cautiously unwinds the cord from its middle. "Thank you for coming on such oblique notice — will you please shut the door?"