Blind Control

Alan sat in the car, a silent and invisible passenger to his companions’ conversation, gazing out as they drove through the forest. He had no idea what the two of them were talking about, but it didn’t really matter to him anymore. His head seemed to throb gently, as if it were pulsating. He needed to think.

The totems watched them leave. He secretly hoped they were listening, but doubted it. Taking control, having power of your own destiny without relying on someone else; that was what God wanted.

Eventually, the trees gave way to what seemed like the same tombstone-grey buildings as before. He still couldn’t shake the bad feeling that lurked in his stomach. Nervousness, or self-preservation? Alan closed his eyes and leaned his head sideways against door’s window, the bumps and vibrations of the car making it thump slightly against the cool glass.

Maybe Sean was right, he was losing control. But he hadn’t lost it yet. Dima still needed his money, and no amount of talking would change that.

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June 30, 2008