Chopin Dreaming Ever since abandoning Enesa and fleeing the desecration of her and Nazer’s world, I was troubled by phantoms. Flies were my particular tormentors—metallic green blow flies. I felt them settle on me as I tried to sleep; I sensed their movement on the periphery of my vision. Flying, buzzing. Making sure I remained aware how reliably animal and human casualties attracted them. They weren’t about to let me forget. When Enesa’s Uncle Dekek brought out a bottle of plum brandy to offer his hospitality, a dead one floated round and round on the surface of the pale ginger-colored liquid, an abandoned wing plastered to the side of the decanter. No one else seemed to notice. I said nothing as the living drank their toast to the dead.
Chapter 18. Chopin Dreaming
Chapter 18. Chopin Dreaming
Chapter 18. Chopin Dreaming
Chopin Dreaming Ever since abandoning Enesa and fleeing the desecration of her and Nazer’s world, I was troubled by phantoms. Flies were my particular tormentors—metallic green blow flies. I felt them settle on me as I tried to sleep; I sensed their movement on the periphery of my vision. Flying, buzzing. Making sure I remained aware how reliably animal and human casualties attracted them. They weren’t about to let me forget. When Enesa’s Uncle Dekek brought out a bottle of plum brandy to offer his hospitality, a dead one floated round and round on the surface of the pale ginger-colored liquid, an abandoned wing plastered to the side of the decanter. No one else seemed to notice. I said nothing as the living drank their toast to the dead.