Time To Dance
New writing from "No Safety: A Book about Nico"
They are coming back. The names beyond light. Curling and winding their way through the air. You do not want to go again. Maybe tell your mother and father, but they are too old to see. You would not be heard. I feel their strange touch on my skin. They do not say what they are.
— Uh huh, tell me about them.
Dr X, the hypnotist, is speaking.
All you can see is a leaf falling. Spinning and swooping, golden against a vivid blue background. And then many leaves descending, slowly, like snowflakes, red, yellow, green, and purple on a dark white canvas. Your senses fade.
Nothing comes of the session. Orne drives Dr X back to the airport and his Cessna loses radio contact somewhere over the mountain, the wreckage never located.