Wednesday, 5 September 2012

A Moment of Peace




Sage closes her eyes and sighs. “Are you always watching me? Am I ever to be left alone?” She is getting tired of his disappearing and reappearing act.
His expression does not change and he ignores her question. “Have you found anything tangible?”
She avoids the temptation to walk away, to a busy place out of the shadows of the tents, where he would be unable to speak to her and expect a reply without causing a stir. “Nothing yet. Bensiabel seems fond of everything. I think he knows it is more than illusion. He seems particularly to love the fortune teller. But I haven’t-“ She breaks off, unsure if she convinced herself of her mentors very slight reaction to the mention of the fortune teller or not. For a sliver of a second, his impassiveness has wavered. She decides she must have imagined it.
“There are too many cracks in this exhibition to remain unnoticed. You must notice them, as I doubt anyone else will,” he says.
“Then why do you care at all?” she asks.
“They will not notice yet. When they will, they will have far worse reactions than you.”

Text by Lucie MacAulay

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