Scene Nine Block Island The fast boat was launched out the side ship kind of like a rubber pontoon slip and slide out a hatch into the brine so the submarine could get clear. Hard rains were coming down and the four with their one bag each took up most of the little vessel. It hit the water with a splash and Kudzai … Continue reading That Night, Scene 9.
Scene Seven Mehanata The yellow cabs fly by on Tuesday night. You could cook things on the sidewalk, that’s how vile and hot the concrete jungle is this summer. For the nine to thirteen million rats in their various races, this city never fucking sleeps. Its go, go, go, zoom, zoom rush! Slaves and serfs to the trains for service. It’s all … Continue reading That Night, Scene 7.
Scene 6 Scene Six The Atlantic Ocean After everyone and their family was safely disembarked in Port of Spain, conditions became a little looser. They were allowed to leave the two conjoined rooms and walk about the lower deck. A strict military order presided here. Which was to be expected as the ship carried the women most responsible for gathering the tribes, … Continue reading That Night, Scene 6
{{{“That Night” is the first Act of Fire on the Mountain. This is Scene 5. }}} In Scene 5 we take a closer look into the Mehanata Social Club. Scene 5 Scene Five Mehanata The lights are kept dim no matter what happens. You need that to hide subtle stains from fluids. You can dance all night if you have to, but eventually someone has to … Continue reading That Night, Scene 5
{{{“That Night” is the first Act of Fire on the Mountain. This is Scene 4. In the previous scenes we were introduced to three groups of overlapping characters. A tavern full of immigrants, criminals and subversives. A band of revolutionaries called the Z.O.B. Also a giant submarine carrying a small cell of mercenaries toward the United States. }}} In Scene 4 we return to the Seas … Continue reading That Night, Scene 4
Scene Three Upper West Side They look out over privilege itself. The rooftop deck on the 17th story of the Trickovitch Family Penthouse looks North and West over the Hudson River, the Upper East Side, and also the George Washington Bridge. So much light and so much air, yet still under nine hundred American dollars, much to the chagrin of the Satmar … Continue reading That Night, Scene 3
Scene Two Off the coast of Nicaragua Far below the waves of the black blue Caribbean, a vast underwater leviathan of a craft named the “Black Mermaid” hulks its way gradually toward the surface. The vessel is forty miles off the Eastern coast of Nicaragua, sloshing and bashing the water. It cascades aggressively. All of these things happen in depths … Continue reading That Night, Scene 2
Scene 1 Scene One New York City Scene One New York City Blast the damn heat, for my brow drips. For in New York it gets so hot in the late of August, a swelter box, most people of any means flee to their dachas in Strong Island. Dawn is now rising, breaking and expanding on the low roof of an ancient print … Continue reading That Night, Scene 1
