The Rites of Spring Swallowed by the AEther: 05 The Conductor

recorded Monday, January 30, 2023, 6:16 PM

Harry walked down the steps into the garden. Many of the patients were out there. He had been told that his wife, Gloria, was out there. He saw her sitting alone at a table. He approached her obliquely, from one side and a bit from the rear. He circled the table and sat down across from her. Gloria sat very straight, she was very pale. She looked at him but didn't see him. Then she saw him. “Are you the conductor?” she asked. “The conductor of what?” “The conductor of verisimilitude?” “No, I'm not.” She was pale, her eyes were pale, pale blue. “How do you feel, Gloria?” It was an iron table, painted white, a table that lasts for centuries. There was a small bowl flowers in the center, wilted dead flowers hanging from sad, limp stems.