Ravenna Gets by Tony Burgess

Author:Tony Burgess [Burgess, Tony]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-927380-25-3
Publisher: Anvil Press
Published: 2010-06-30T16:00:00+00:00

The Entertainment District

Someone stood on my hand in the night. They mustn’t have seen me. Which is good. They might have thought I was a heavy bag or a rolled up carpet. I don’t go out of my way to hide myself in the day, but I do look for places out of the sun. Sunken stairwells I like. Recesses. Spots that are not open. Wind goes elsewhere if your walls are all touching you. But last night someone found me. Didn’t find me, actually. Stepped on me. My hand. Pressure on the fingers, splaying them as I slept. Dreamed of being stepped on. So now that night has fallen I am going to move. I lift and leap to the roof of a shed in the alley then I drop to the narrow curb running against the grass here. I can move silently and rapidly on things that are four inches wide. My feet can grab and release the ground fast when they know what to expect. Up at fire escape. One arm and hand over and I am up four flights in three moves, then using the momentum up to the flat roof. I don’t stop but move. The pebbly surface means I run instead of jump, but still a blur then I’m on the front, four floors up. I don’t look to see who’s in there. A man is standing by the entrance to a hallway. I push off the wall with my feet and move clean through his back with the balled fist. His spine hits the floor like dice and then a woman in purple. She is going to turn but I draw one of her arms off and keep going. The blood is loud as it lands. Kitchen empty, I think. Then gone. The apartment hall is great. Both feet halfway up opposing walls and knees don’t even have to pump. Just the spring at the ankle and I’m like water in a hose. Stairwell down, but I don’t remember. Then the street, which I hate, one older man is just a momentary wetness on my chest and left arm then two teenage girls sort of pop like bubbles and leave a young red wind underfoot. Then the recycle box and halfway up a light standard onto the side of a building above pizza. A man in the window. Can’t not, so I make the glass tiny and stop by him for a moment. Don’t know if he sees, but I get one hand on his jaw and the other on top and turn it upwards. I remove the centre and see the door loose so go. I drop some of the middle of his head and because I’m in a hurry it gets bent around the door frame before something else happens to it. Didn’t notice the dog so I take one step back and one forward to drive the chest apart. Feel a little like I’m wasting my time with things that don’t matter.

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