Back to the dust then
Let Sleeping Gods Lie, Act 1: An Unusual Brain #21. Epilogue.
This is a snapshot from “Let Sleeping Gods Lie, Act 1: An Unusual Brain” — a short fantasy novel about a boy with an unusual brain who didn’t so much save the world as create a brand new one — continued from His Tiny Lion Heart. Follow to see the story unfold.
Cliff woke at four-thirty am. He stood on the back porch in his underwear and smoked his breakfast durry. Beast stalked a pair of sparrows on the lawn in a slow dance around the clothesline.
Sucker for punishment that cat. Never caught a beetle in his life, let alone a bird.
But disappointment was the boots you put on every morning, the bed you slept in every night. Out here, in the dust and the heat, all a man could find was his own flavour of despair.
Cliff guessed Beast had learned this lesson too, but hunting sparrows was what he did.
We all need something to do to pass the time before we’re dust I guess.
Cliff had a shocking headache this morning. Not that it made any difference, but a hangover without drinking felt like a kick in the guts. He squinted into the sunrise and let out a slow breath, flicked his stub into the ceramic ashtray on the steps and meandered back inside.
