the smuggler’s bible


“If I was pressed, I’d wager this is a case of semiotic ideation. The subconscious justification of a fear through the corporeal manifestation of the imagined source of that fear.”

The client begins to speak but stops suddenly. Above them, soft scraping noises and a low warbling.

Hiro lunges into a sprint, whipping his katana clear of its sheath. He crashes through a door to find snow gusting through a shattered window frame. A dark shape circles in the clouds.

“Jesus, can turkeys fly like that?”

“I don’t know,” the client says, “but I’ve always sort of worried about it.”