The Prison’s Subbasement Interrogation Room

  • by Kent“Looks like Saltines, but that wouldn’t make sense.”
  • with a blast of trumpets
  • the dental technician
  • slowly inching towards it
  • expected me much earlier

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The prison’s subbasement interrogation room wasn’t really babyproof, so I had to keep holding all six infants while I tried to solve the riddle of the Russian contortionist sisters.

“Eef you releaze me, I can help you with lay bay-bay,” the prisoner said. His accent seemed thicker all the sudden, and his tears had dried up.

“Nice try,” I said.

He shrugged, making the leather straps around his limbs creak. “May I inquire, though, what it is that I am seeing on the shelf across the room?”

I turned my head. “Looks like Saltines, but that wouldn’t make sense.” I faced him again. “It’s against indigenous Inimical tradition to store food in an interrogation chamber, and the Contrarians might be many things, but flouters of tradition they are not.”

“I am being very thirsty as it is, so merci non pour the crackers.”

“Sure. Why not tell me more about these women, and I’ll maybe see about getting you some water.” I swayed, trying to keep the six babies in gentle, soothing motion and shift the burden around a bit so my arms wouldn’t fall off.

“They were part of a new finale which none of the regular performers had been permitted to witness in rehearsals. It began with a blast of trumpets announcing the entrance of the fire eaters and the dental technicians. How the crowd cheered at their elaborate dance of flames and floss. This was all misdirection, allowing the sisters to be brought out in a suitcase and placed at the center of the action. No one else besides me detected its arrival, but I was drawn toward it, as if by a magnetism of the soul. I understood what this baggage signified, and I found myself slowly inching towards it, interfering with the show that was still very much going on. At last, I was there, crawling on my belly like a besotted worm, and suddenly the suitcase, it was springing open with the tangled sisters inside, and they were saying that they had expected me much earlier.”

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