the smuggler’s bible


Lotus calls her mother to say she can’t visit because she’s feeling sick. As she hangs up, her pale, spindly conscience drags itself out of the darkness and crawls across the carpet to whimper at her feet. She is unamused.

“I told you not to come back.”

“Please,” her conscience whispers. “Please.”

“Stop. It was a fib—not even a big deal.”

Lotus puts on her jacket and leaves for the movie. When she gets back, she folds up her conscience and drops it in the trash. Then, sighing, she digs it out and puts it with the recycling instead.