Radiation Dream
The basement of the hospital is linoleum and smells of linoleum cleaner and wax and dissected frogs. I am a technician treating children with radiation. I must push two hard cylinder buttons, like buttons on an old blender. I must press them and keep them down to deliver the radiation. This causes an arch of electric pain, hand to lungs to hand, but I must keep them down so I do.
In a storage closet where I go sometimes to collect my wits, I find a dusty box of blue glass insulator from telegraph poles.
When I look out into the corridor, loping wolves.
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It’s that blue glass again. Where does it come from, over and over?
From here: http://www.sitehouse.net/vivid/001028.shtml
Another scary one. At least in the telling.
Blue on Green. Makes for a great jazz album of years gone by but not for a day as temp help. What an experience.
thrive!, O