She knelt reverently in the basement of 2nd Hand Tunes. Surrounding her were theosophic seances, throat music, and the chantings of Siberian Khlysty pressed in vinyl. She gathered the records into a pile, and climbed the stairs. The cashier smiled as she gathered her funds.
“Interesting mix.”
“We’ll see once I get them on the tables.”
“Bringing something special to the party, dear?”
She winked as she touched the plaque on the door, matching a tattoo on her arm.
‘The sword cuts the barrier. The torch lights the way. And the break is the voice of God in the Song.’
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Steve Fluet
- Steven Fluet
- Chicago, IL, United States
- I'm an Arts Administrator, Writer, and Podcaster, looking to get out of my 'fallback' life.
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