the smuggler’s bible


Darko waits at the edge of his yard, just inside the fence. He feels the heavy metal catch under his palm.

Competence and a good life are out there. They are coming down the street. They are coming to be with him. Tumbleweeds roll by.

OK, actually there aren’t any tumbleweeds—he has never even seen one—but if there was any justice, really, a tumbleweed would roll by.

The things Darko wants will be here soon. There is an electromagnet inside him, and he has moved the switch to ‘on.’

Maybe today.

Maybe the next day.