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Jackie's Book of Shadows (CH10)
Chapter 10
I
The tinted Sprinter window rolls
down. Vulcan turns to the guard
in the guard tower, who has a
similar appearance, nodding in
recognition, the electric gate…
Rising.
“Well, here we are ladies.”
Jackie says.
She looks deep into the eyes
of a bound and gagged Jumper,
index finger to thumb, opening
his eyes with a magical gesture.
Jumper makes a muffled attempt
at protest.
“Here we are Jumper. Why don’t
you enjoy the scenery. It’s breath
taking.”
“Ahahahaha…”
A collective laugh fills the air.
II
All terrain wheels grabbing the
treads of a private ferry, Vulcan
navigates onto the vessel,
calligraphy waves across the
Atlantic, shimmering like
gemstones from parallel universes.
III
A cauldron of energies.
The sun sets behind The Island.
Shimmering pathway, composed
of whirling light, a stillness in
the presence of shadow, a moment
of self study, self reflection.
Every voice shall return to the abyss.
“Hey ya’ll… Look at this!”
Jackie, standing behind a Jumper,
incapable of raising his arms, at
the bow, raising her arms, reenacting
the scene from Titanic.
“I’m the king of the world.”
“Ahahahaha.”
***
Cipher
Stories
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I
The tinted Sprinter window rolls
down. Vulcan turns to the guard
in the guard tower, who has a
similar appearance, nodding in
recognition, the electric gate…
Rising.
“Well, here we are ladies.”
Jackie says.
She looks deep into the eyes
of a bound and gagged Jumper,
index finger to thumb, opening
his eyes with a magical gesture.
Jumper makes a muffled attempt
at protest.
“Here we are Jumper. Why don’t
you enjoy the scenery. It’s breath
taking.”
“Ahahahaha…”
A collective laugh fills the air.
II
All terrain wheels grabbing the
treads of a private ferry, Vulcan
navigates onto the vessel,
calligraphy waves across the
Atlantic, shimmering like
gemstones from parallel universes.
III
A cauldron of energies.
The sun sets behind The Island.
Shimmering pathway, composed
of whirling light, a stillness in
the presence of shadow, a moment
of self study, self reflection.
Every voice shall return to the abyss.
“Hey ya’ll… Look at this!”
Jackie, standing behind a Jumper,
incapable of raising his arms, at
the bow, raising her arms, reenacting
the scene from Titanic.
“I’m the king of the world.”
“Ahahahaha.”
***
Cipher
Stories
***
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