As last requests went it was modest. ‘Don’ mess up Lorna.’
They prepared him as the hour approached—a process, nothing more. Clinical. Dispassionate. The tattoo portrait was in a good spot—they’d be able to position the electrodes without disturbing it. Without messing her up. Her hair, her smile. Her dark pupils on flesh coloured eyes.
Led into the room, concrete on three sides, he scanned the blankness—the two-way mirror stare. On the wrong side again. Just reflection. Him and the guards and the chair. She’d be there. He tried to penetrate the glass. He knew she would.
She’d be watching as he’d watched her. Before the cage, the talk-talk-talk, the running and the fog. Before the fury. Oh yeah—she’d be there alright.
A writer from Melbourne, Richard maintains a number of blogs exploring very short fiction and text-based art practices. His stories and poems have been published in both mainstream and alternative journals and collections. He is also a visual artist and was co-founder of both Platform Artists Group and zine store, Sticky. He continues to publish very short fiction and conduct microfiction workshops for practicing writers, students and others. He has created numerous text-based installations and artworks for public spaces, including at Federation Square, Melbourne and in conjunction with the 2017, Newcastle Writers Festival.
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