Why don’t you tell them?
Tell who what?
The people you’re talking to what happened when you conjured a man stirring ingredients over a charcoal fire.
Now’s the time for a decently withering stare, but who stares down an eyeless corpse? And who does it with that laugh raking nails down the chalk board of my spine again?
You said it man
I don’t jerk like a puppet though. I just turn and walk outside.
I have eyes, you know. You’ll see them soon enough.
And that was something she yelled after me.