The Reaper, The Scythe
New writing from "No Safety: A Book about Nico"
Brixton, 1985. The guy is on the phone threatening to break someone’s fingers and the girl is offering to read her tarot. I’ll do more than have a word with him the cunt. The cards are spread out on the table. You tell that cunt I’ll fucking have him the Paki bastard. The cards talk to each other, she says, they’re like a higher power. I ain’t no fucking miracle worker the prick. Later they ask her about Germany and did she know any Nazis and later still she nods out on the brown leather sofa and then wakes up and is gone.