Three objects sat upon the carpet in Cleo Porter’s living room: an apple, a human skull, and a package wrapped in red.
It was the last of these that had Cleo well and thoroughly vexed. She lay on her stomach, bare feet waving in the air behind her and chin digging into the back of her hand. Her belly was starting to get itchy from the carpet fibers poking through her shirt, but she just wriggled a bit to scratch it. She’d stare at the glossy box for another hour if she had to, until it either disappeared or made sense.
I had Random.org select a page for me and it went with page 206.
I roll out of the way as the cell door is slammed shut by Pod and Akimi.
We all look at each other, panting in exhaustion, and then Malachai begins to laugh. Akimi joins in, followed by Pander, and then we’re all laughing and cheering and hugging.
It takes a minute for us to catch our breath.
“Alright,” Igby sighs, “what the fuck now?”
“Can we eat?”Akimi asks, “I’m actually starving. All that waiting to die and fighting, you know?”
“Seconded,” Pod says, raising his hand.