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Smoking with god (part 2)

  • Rain Chudori-Soerjoatmodjo

  /   Sun, July 19 2009   /  11:26 am

Upstairs, father hasn't come home. The room is dark and silent, father had left the window open and I could hear the echoing traffic from outside. By the legs of his bed, was an empty ashtray with five cigarette butts and one small, unfinished cigarette that was emitting a single trail of smoke. Shadows of passing cars came in and moved on the ceiling. I picked up the unfinished cigarette, lied down on my father's bed, watching the passing silhouette. I see monsters, I see large tanks, I see everything with menace enter the room but nothing scared me more than my hands. I put my hand up, and looked at the traces of shadows on them. I looked at between my fingers. "What are you doing, Luna?" god asks me. God sits on the edge of the bed, watching me intently. "I'm trying to see the world between my fingers. Maybe it's different." I tell god. ...