“Uno, what are you doing out here in the middle of the night?”
At the risk of being called unoriginal by Lugosi, who gets up to pound away at his drums only when everybody else has gone to bed, this is how my nights are spent recently: unable to sleep, lost in thought. My favorite cup of cocoa is of little consolation. My mind remains restless and filled with uncertainly. (more…)
Magpie has spent most of her life waiting. She used to wait on rooftops, in dark alleys, inside empty rooms, waiting for the right moment to pull the trigger, or push the red button that reduced buildings to rubble. They said women make the best assassins because they are patient, and Magpie is patient.
Today, she sits among the equipment inside a music studio, waiting. She has no target; her mission has changed. Now she waits because she wants to, not because someone told her to. Old habits die hard.