Tender
flesh, waiting -
For the
dropping Guillotine -
Eyes Blank,
Wide Open
– Technicolor Dreams
Chapter 1: Two-Face
The actors
of life
Have their
frozen smiles trapped as
They wait their cue to
Join its
vicious cabaret
- Technicolor Dreams
Marais, First and Queen Mary, 2057
The frozen
hell called winter lingered on interminably; an endless ordeal that was only
barely endured. In these parts of the world, 6 months of bone-chilling cold
followed by 6 months of sweltering heat had become the new normal. Everyone had
long ago gotten used to it.
The man
in the black trench coat stood statuesque at the corner of First and Queen Mary
Boulevard, his breath visible in the soft, pale, February moonlight. The thin
trench coat seemed to envelop him, a tarp over his slight, insignificant
figure.
The
constant puffs of breath were the only signs of life in the cold, lonely night.
His mind
worked feverishly even in the still silence. His eyes carefully scanned the
landscape while he retrieved memories of happier days, hidden in the tombs of
distant time.
