roachboy

Mona Darrington sat on the floor looking past her rollerskates and their pompoms at the what she thought was either the man who has just shut the door or was maybe the image of the man. Gradually, it dawned on her that she has seen the man and heard the door shut, but could not determine whether he had entered or had left.

Indecisive, her mind wandered: she wondered if he was:
a. the ronryan
b. one of the writers
c. someone else.

But mostly, Mona Darrington's gaze kept returning to the roller skates.
They were new, they were bright and she could see them clearly: the lightbulb far overhead was positioned such that it was difficult to see all the way up the stairs.

Nothing seemed to happen up there.


"Roller skates?" she said.


Silence rained down the stairs.



She realized that the floor was cold.
Her ass was cold.
She was immodestly arrayed on the cold floor.
It was becoming uncomfortable.
"I need to stand up" she muttered to herself.


Was anyone else in the room?


She decided to call out. "Hello?"




No answer.





So she began trying to stand up on her roller skates.

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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear

it make you sick.

-kamau brathwaite