Another weird day.
Deni and I both had the day off, so we headed to the solar fields. A taxi took us out to where the city fades away. Here panels sit in woodland, plush around the forest and the plants. Flowers grow around the metal trunks, all comfortable and in full colour.
You have a selection of shade to choose from. We found a decent landing spot near one of the larger squares, and set up our picnic. Not that Deni ate. I connected up our radio to the USB ports underneath. Something twangy with sax joined the birds. No presenter on this station, just the algorithm all day long.
Places like this always make me think how empty our planet is. How life lives everywhere, and yet we do not go and see what’s there. All those acres of forests, and the tanks and bodies underneath. What was the point if we do not go and enjoy the old battlefields?
Deni was a silver beetle on the grass. The sunlight caught her steel hair, and created a fan of shadows on my arm.
I held a fork of rice in my hand when the music faded into something I had never heard on the station before.
The report detailed how this time the killer hid them in an abandoned bus. Six of them sat in two rows of three. Each of the heads missing. A neat incision that would have required a diamond blade.
How this may have been an earlier crime, discovered out of synch due to the odd location. And how once again those words were there, imprinted on their chests.
‘I can only show you the compassion of fingers in a closing door.’
I turned the radio off after that.
Deni started their hot bottle water noise. I held them until at last the noise faded away. We called another taxi, and did not talk on the way home.
I am writing this in their flat. Today’s clip plays on my laptop. My gosh the cold clutches you here once the sun has gone. The carpet is rough under my feet, and that oily smell soaks into everything. But I am glad to be here.
Forty two bodies now. Police say they are searching without delay, and have the time and money to put more resources in. But what do I do tomorrow? Where can we go?
Perhaps we should escape to the forest.
Clip: Up the tower we go. Although this clip has little new information, I love it anyway. A moment of calm on another planet. In another dimension I wish I could breathe in the air, and stroke the beams forever.