《He-Thing and the Cabal of the Cosmos》Breakfast on the Bay
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Dawn.
Warm, golden sunlight
poured into the single window
of Nasha’s hut,
falling upon the
hideous but blissful
sleeping visage
of Shadow-Thing.
Nasha the Serious
sat in a chair nearby,
watching the strange man-animal
as he took long, noisy breaths
and dreamed
whatever he was dreaming.
Who was he?
Where did he come from?
And what part
would she play in his story,
if any?
Nasha sighed,
and got to her feet.
Nasha kicked Shadow-Thing’s foot.
His eyes flew open, and his head lifted;
he did not know where he was.
“Come on, get up,” said Nasha.
His eyes met hers, and he smiled.
He yawned,
and rose out of bed.
“We’re going to the bay,”
Nasha said,
knowing he did not understand her,
but like most people,
Nasha had a hard time fathoming
someone not understanding
her language.
He brought his hand to his lips,
gesturing at her.
“I know you’re hungry,” said Nasha.
“I’m hungry too.
But we have to work for our food.
Follow me.”
She waved with her hand,
and he seemed to understand,
following her out the door.
Nasha picked up a clay pot
sitting outside her hut,
and led Shadow-Thing
out of the village,
down a path
through the forest.
He laughed as he found his legs
walking on their own momentum
down the incline.
“I came here, oh,
maybe three years ago,”
said Nasha.
“A friend told me about it.
No one bothers us here.”
She pushed a branch out of her way
on the path.
Shadow-Thing laughed again
as he watched the branch
bounce back towards him.
“It’s mostly Shaala here,”
Nasha continued.
Shaala was the name
the lizard people
had for themselves.
“But there are others.”
They came to a rocky beach of a small bay.
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It was beautiful.
Shadow-Thing’s eyes lit up —
the sky was flushed with green and pink,
and the diaphanous light
shimmered on the surface
of the bay’s almond-colored waters.
“Come with me,” Nasha said.
They walked down the beach a bit.
Shadow-Thing could see
other Shaala
distantly around the bay —
lounging, fishing,
sleeping, cooking around fires.
Nasha began whistling,
her steps lively.
She was happy.
But she was not sure why.
Nasha the Serious
stopped walking down the beach,
and led Shadow-Thing
to the water.
She pointed at the rocky shallows.
“See?” she asked him.
Shadow-Thing did not
understand.
Nasha frowned, and kneeled,
reaching into the water,
twisting her arm,
and pulling out
what looked like a curved black rock.
She showed it to Shadow-Thing.
“Inside is food,” she told him.
She started pulling the mussels
from the water,
and throwing them into the pot.
Shadow-Thing saw
what she was doing,
and copied her movements,
dropping the wet molluscs
into the pot as she did.
But,
Shadow-Thing was SO hungry.
He pulled out a mussel
and examined it,
trying to figure out
what to do with it.
He saw the seam,
and pried at it with his fingers.
He banged it against a rock.
“Hey, hey,” said Nasha,
“What are you doing?”
Shadow-Thing kept banging the shell
against the rock,
delirious with hunger.
The shell broke,
and he picked at it,
eating small bits of the slippery meat.
“By the Holy Mother,”
said Nasha.
She watched him
as he tried to pull more meat
from the cracked shell.
Nasha shook Shadow-Thing’s shoulder
to get his attention.
“Look,” she said,
pulling her knife from her belt.
“If you’re so damn hungry,
do this.”
She expertly slipped the blade
into the seam of the shells,
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pried it open,
and handed it to Shadow-Thing.
“Here. But if you wait,
I’ll cook them.”
He lifted the mussel to his face,
and with a combination
of chewing and sucking,
he ate the meat
with tremendous satisfaction.
Once he had managed to consume
every last bit of the mussel,
he dropped the empty shell
and burped.
Nasha laughed.
“Well, you’re not royalty,
that’s for sure.”
Shadow-Thing took the knife,
picked out another mussel,
and tried to replicate
Nasha’s movements.
But he was clumsy,
his hands were new to him,
and he slit open the tip
of his left index finger.
Blood spilled out of the wound,
running into his palm.
“Guh!”
Shadow-Thing moaned,
aghast
at the hot red liquid
flowing out of him.
“Guh!” he said again.
“You poor thing,” said Nasha.
She took his injured hand
into her own
and examined the wound.
“It’s not so bad,” she said.
“You’re going to have to learn
to be patient.”
She thrust his wounded hand into the water.
“Guh!”
Shadow-Thing shouted,
for the third, final, and loudest time.
The salt water rushed into his cut,
bringing with it
a stinging sensation
that trickled from his wound
down his finger
into his palm.
“I’m sorry,” Nasha said.
“But the salt water
will keep the demons out.”
She let go of his hand,
and he drew it to his chest,
like he was protecting a wounded bird.
Nasha the Serious
took a breath,
watched Shadow-Thing’s
dejected face
and went back to collecting
the mussels.
I just wish I knew his name,
she thought.
to be continued...
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