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A city shaman
I was mucking about, having fun on a huge black inflatable pontoon, designed to do maintenance under the Harbor Bridge, that’s how big it was. It drifted away and sprung a leak, I was terrified. People on the shore yelled at me to jump or I’ld be killed when it wrapped me up and drowned me. I jumped, landed in the harbor, it was a long way to swim to shore, but I knew I could. Then I saw shark fins. The people were yelling again, there was a dingy floating about 400 meters away. I floated on my back and paddled gently towards it, hoping not to attract the sharks attention. They started leaping like dolphins, but were definitely still sharks. I was scared but not panicking.
Finally made it to the dingy and climbed in and a voice said "it’s not over yet, now the story starts." And all the things in the boat started talking.
A shifting spanner was messily eating Saladas. The oars were try to scoop caviar from the hamper, very unsuccessfully. Enough said, especially about what the pliers were trying to do.
Finally got to shore, opposite the Opera House, near the MCA. It was stinking, filthy polluted mud shore with garbage and dead rotting things. There was a chain gang of derelicts with pointed sticks trying to clean it up.
One of them pointed to a tiny black man, about 20 centimeters tall, dressed like a cross between a dero and a shaman, dirty rags, feathers, beads, bones. Like the others he was picking up garbage with a pointed stick. One old dero winked at me and said, "be careful, he has power, watch" He kicked the little man.
The tiny man pointed his stick at the ground and fire spurt forth, he raised it and pointed it at the city buildings. the harbor boiled, the buildings all burned all burned.
But suddenly it was all normal again. He looked at me and without saying a word told me he had destroyed Sydney, it was filth, but put an illusion back to avoid freaking people out too much. And to continue playing ratbag to the chain gang, who he liked better than most people.
I knew and understood, walked off into the bush to find kookaburra, lion (yeah, in Aussie, spiritually) and crocodile
Critiques
barbsdad2003
18 years 11 months ago
Wow!
Quillsvein1
18 years 11 months ago
Intriguing and complex
Conect11
18 years 11 months ago
oh man :(
weirdelf
18 years 11 months ago
thanks for your comments
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