Suddenly the cane I held in my hand begins to shake. For 7-10 minutes this went on. Then it calmed down, calm calmm, and began to speak instead. With the first words out of its little wavery mouth now located at the end of its crook, the cane directed me back to the windows on the opposite side, where it was still dark instead of dawn and the blue was more illuminating, highlighting the blue in my just purchased outfit better, as I’m looking at it again, along with the red hair also acquired recently.
I break the windows, or I should say, the windows broke me — I mean, *it* broke them for me, or attempted to. The cane I mean. Literally I had no control over it by then. But the panes resisted, the blue light persisted. I guess the windows broke the cane as well (figuratively) because after about 7-10 minutes more of this he gave up. Rudy was his name and caning was his game, he said. “This should work!!” he uttered with his tiny tongue wagging out now. “What’s so tough about this weird ass glass??!” TBC
Sunklands 