Fuege State
A man in a suit. Or rather a man who appears to be stood at the edge of the ether, waiting.
A man in a suit. Or rather a man who appears to be stood at the edge of the ether, waiting. He is holding dice, he looks left, he looks right, then players appear on either side of him. The players mouths are moving fast and opening wide, but I cannot hear them. I go closer, and all surfaces surrounding them darken quickly, an iodine sky. Now I can see the table and the voices build from whispers to roars.
“Stick or roll” the suited man says, as the whip in his hand hovers next to the dice. He starts the game by sliding the pair to a couple, a guy and a girl. The girl takes the fated sisters and rolls them through the air. She holds her breath; he holds his gaze. Her hands grip the edge of the table and his arms lay around her hips like wet silk clinging to her bones, as though she may float away if he wasn’t there holding her down. She lifts a glass of vermouth and gulps.
“Baby, you’ve lost your ring” says the guy.
“Every time I come to this place, I lose things!” she says, slamming her fist against the crap table.
“I’ll buy you another one, baby”.
A fruit machine makes the sound cha-ching, relieving me from their saccharine exchange. I turn around and an old lady dripping in gold is smiling. She removes one of her gold chains, tossing it through the air. It lands neatly around my neck like a bowtie at a gala dinner. The time is passing strangely. We’re now sat at a bar and what’s stranger is that every time I speak it seems like nobody can hear me. The guy and girl are here, but I still do not know their names. In front of me lays a plate of rotting fish bones, poised in their decay, content in their hollow spirit, destined for abandon.
I ask their names again; they do not hear me; they do not even look my way.
“You look so in love” says a tipsy young lady, to the guy and the girl. She has a vague feline appearance, and I can’t seem to avert my stare.
“I’m Virginia !” she exclaims “what did you come here for?”
to which they bluntly replied, “we came to win”.
The guy pulls out a little black notebook, from what honestly seems like nowhere, and writes something down for Virginia to read. I am staring at the bar tender, stood stiller than a just built snowman with the same stupid look on his face. As I teeter on the edge of my bar stool to get closer to him, I can see a tiny comet shower happening in the darks of his eyes. Who knows how long I had been there, but when I turned around Virginia, the guy and the girl had returned to the crap table which was sitting on a block of ice. The time is passing strangely.
A new game begins, the ice melts, the chain swings. I look up and see dawn gnawing away at the night like a yellow PAC-MAN doodle.
“34, 34, 14”
“I’m tryna get paid tonight”
“that lady gets 34”
“aces, 12”
Faces, chips, hands. God, it is all so futile.
A loud buzzer sounds, and the croupier is pointing his finger at Virginia.
“Cheater!” he yells, yet right beside him the guy and the girl are grabbing handfuls of chips off the table, ready to run.
They run, and I am chasing them beyond the floor of the casino, passing through flamingo pink floors and Prussian blue doors, until I stop, stunned by what seems to people trapped in an oil painting screaming,
“bring us your jaded,
bring us your faded multitudes”.
I have no idea how long I stood before that painting. I thought I’d lost too much time, but as I looked around, to my left lay a little black notebook. Broken and exhausted I crawled towards it and opened the first page.
A message read ‘hey V, you know what to do. Meet us at the lifts, by the oil painting. We’ll be waiting for you, on a string as taught as that between our losses and our wins. This room and this little black book will self-destruct in 60 seconds’.
I awoke suddenly to a putrid smell and turned to my bedside table, tentatively opening the drawer. In front of me lay a plate of rotting fish bones, poised in their decay, content in their hollow spirit, destined for abandon, expect they are lay across a plate of £20,000 cash and a note reading ‘you came to win, not us’.
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