Klempner

My resources: The clothes I’m wearing. A notebook and the stub of a pencil: A book on herbal toxins. A small supply of sweet water. An infinite supply, for any practical purpose, of foul water, slime and garbage. And of course, one small potato.

I’d like to give in to despair. There’s something alluring about despair, something seductive. Perhaps I should simply not play Juliana’s game; let her kill me.

But if I’m dead…

Mitch…

My beautiful green-eyed Mitch.

So alive. So energetic.

So full of courage.

So vital.

Vitale

Stay alive...

So, eat the fucking potato…

I prise it out from its bed of sludge and slime with a slight sucking sound. It’s small; perhaps half the size of my fist. On the other hand, adhered muck aside, it seems sound; firm, mid-brown, no sprouts or green parts. I have a vague idea that I’ve read that green potatoes are unsafe to eat.

Hauling myself up from my concrete seat, lifting my chain in one hand, with the other, I hold my meal under the water inlet, thumbing away the dirt under the clean water.

Time to live…

And I bite in.

*****

With no warning, the light blinks on and without meaning to, I groan, hiding my eyes behind my hands.

seconds, the Click Click of heels on concrete, then Juliana emerges from the darkness. “Good afternoon, Larry.

red lipstick. The dress is long and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed

She could be in school, waiting for a favourite teacher to begin the lesson. Or perhaps in the

“What are

her look down at me while we talk. She watches me, a touch of wariness in

my arms,

it’s good to get

like to talk about? I’m guessing you have a selection of choice topics.” I pace a little, as much as the chain allows, unhinging

you’re right.” She gives me a bright little smile. “And…” She aims a long painted fingernail at

Fake…

Extensions?

that’s part of it, Larry. You must look after yourself. Exercise. You won’t do well down here if you don’t move about

Two days?

there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold of a

get a

off the

by your concern for

Larry. I’ve won and you’ve lost. You’re mine now and we’re

realise they'll be looking for me, the police. By now

him has been found dead in his hotel suite after the explosion. And I made sure the police found some clues about you being near my apartment. With the number of bodies they’ll have found around there recently, I’m sure that will perk their interest in

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

were involved with the gangs. But I think it's more likely they'll say you got caught in the war between

smile widening. “Either way, Larry, they’re not looking for you. You’re dead. Or

you rigged that explosion just so

people wondering where you are, could

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

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