BLACK CARD STORIES
The strobe, on off. Blurred motion. Slurred together. What lies
behind that door? When may I cross? Trance like I am glued to my
position on the dance floor. Watch the people not the light. Things
blur. When I come back I a removed. My eyes feel different in my
head. I see a doorway. There seems to be a small amount of red-
yellow light emitting from that doorway. There is a figure lying in
from to the doorway. Slightly to the right of it. The figure appears
to be a man. Jeans? A flannel shirt? Is the man on his back in
fear? Has he fallen down? Is he hurt? Is he on his back for a
sexual reason? He seems afraid. His hand up to his face to block
something. A gun barrel? A knife? There is some thing. Did I do
this? Am I watching it?
