February 27, 2016

“A man with a red face stood in the fireplace. His body was covered in soot and ash so that I could not see him clearly. He was very tall. I had to tilt my head back to see all of him. The red thing moved away from the back of the fireplace. He walked so slowly. The red of his face was brilliant, unnatural red, like scarlet lacquer. It was like a burn but not. My neck ached from the positioning of my head. The red thing squatted. His bones crunched and ground as he lowered himself to the ground. Inch by inch, the red thing lowered, and it was as horrible to see as it was to hear. I sat on a wooden chair in front of him and I could not move away.”

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