the smuggler’s bible

Hollyhock

Days inside, maybe weeks. Time fold over itself, twists and pulls into bows.

“There is much to see,” he says. “Soon you will understand.”

“How? How is it possible?” Hollyhock holds a up a hand to block her view of the figure. His eyes shine so brightly. He reaches out to guide her. She stumbles, leaving bare footprints in the snow.

“You will receive and then carry it to the others.”

“And then what?” she cries “What happens next?”

Hands shaking her against a metal floor. A distant voice.

“She’s regaining consciousness.”

“My god,” Hollyhock gasps. “It’s full of gifts.”