My house is several stories tall.
The interior is a veritable maze of staircases, balconies, mezzanines and balustrades running along the walls of a massive hollow interior.
There are five of them.
There are five men coming out of a pale yellow van that has pulled up on the gravel exterior. They have crowbars, tire irons and clenched fists.
This is a home invasion.
S. stands next to me as they form a semi circle facing us. I must protect S. at all costs.
They argue loudly and don’t notice as I pick up a large Henkell kitchen knife with a yellow plastic handle from a nearby table. At the right moment I plunge the knife into the chest of one of the perpetrators. I am surprised as to how easily the blade sinks in. There is hardly any blood coming from the open wound and though he remains standing, he is very dead. I am certain of this because his eyes are closed. The other four men have gone suddenly quiet and very still. I proceed to stab them one at a time. I am perfectly calm as I do this. I take my time. I am deliberate, bordering on nonchalant.They hardly budge and I start to wonder if time might not be proceeding at a different rate for me than it does for them. They could simply be in shock. Killing them is easy. With five dead men just standing there it occurs to me that my home is one great theater.
A grand theater with an ersatz audience.
The interior is a veritable maze of staircases, balconies, mezzanines and balustrades running along the walls of a massive hollow interior.
There are five of them.
There are five men coming out of a pale yellow van that has pulled up on the gravel exterior. They have crowbars, tire irons and clenched fists.
This is a home invasion.
S. stands next to me as they form a semi circle facing us. I must protect S. at all costs.
They argue loudly and don’t notice as I pick up a large Henkell kitchen knife with a yellow plastic handle from a nearby table. At the right moment I plunge the knife into the chest of one of the perpetrators. I am surprised as to how easily the blade sinks in. There is hardly any blood coming from the open wound and though he remains standing, he is very dead. I am certain of this because his eyes are closed. The other four men have gone suddenly quiet and very still. I proceed to stab them one at a time. I am perfectly calm as I do this. I take my time. I am deliberate, bordering on nonchalant.They hardly budge and I start to wonder if time might not be proceeding at a different rate for me than it does for them. They could simply be in shock. Killing them is easy. With five dead men just standing there it occurs to me that my home is one great theater.
A grand theater with an ersatz audience.
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