Jörn walks across the room, it faces out to the northeast, it is a private room within the silo.
At first it is hard to hear what he listens to. But after a few clicks on the volume, it more clearly comes …..
voices talking ….then just one voice ….a familiar voice. Too often silenced. A voice that speaks mutely. A voice that’s never heard. Like screams that never reach the walls. Like pleas never begged to be heard
like secrets. like secrets trapped inside…. a choking throat by hands hands that crushed a spine ….with pale and ghostlike fingers weakly prying with a desperate strength for release, for breath, for screams for help, nothing goes out….nothing goes in….and we are very, very far far away
this will not affect us. this will not hurt us. if we don’t feel then they can never win….nothing goes in and nothing goes out and we are far away
The voice from the laptop fills the room, a voice disembodied which seems from so many life times ago
She said:
“I used to hide in her closet. I knew I could never be found if I stayed deep inside the shadows. I would hear how he spoke to her. And through the crack in the doorway, I saw the way he treated her…. she was better than him, he did not deserve her…. the things he said, those names…. I would never be that to anyone…. she was just property to him and a filthy toy…. I would never let anyone touch me that way…. I would never be someone’s toy…. And for years, all men became him to me, all men seemed to look at me the way he looked at her…. so when he called me names like his filthy spawn, they confused my gender until I didn’t know what I was…. but I just could never be what he made her be….”
Another voice cuts in,
“tell me about the boat….”
Another click, to raise the volume, pull the curser back to replay….
“Tell me about the boat….”
Jörn…..
“Yes….”
“Whose boat was it?”
“The man’s…. our secret…. we could never say he would spend the day with us….”
“Where did you go on the boat?”
“I don’t know…. it docked at the restaurant that time….”
“Where was that?” Jörn asked
“Miami ….we went through the other way and oh….yes….it was called ‘the Electra’….”
If a moment could freeze and shatter ….and a Celf become reborn ….and disassociate
She watched him stop the recording and pace across the room
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