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19 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 24, 2021
When they keep shifting with the wind, not responding, Pauly moves to go around them. They don’t stop him. How strange, he thinks, and keeps running; but isn’t that a rustling following him? Pauly swings around and the masquerades halt, only a few steps behind.
“Why are you following me?” Pauly asks.
It is the feathered masquerade that speaks; the voice is a whispery, susurrating sound, as if the feathers themselves are speaking. The masquerade says, “Because we are your masquerades.”
But after he had startled awake several times, the rustling of the first masqurade's raffia began to soothe him; moon snuck in through a gap in his curtains and passed through the beads on the aso-oke, and they refracted light, dotting the walls and ceiling of Pauly's room with stars; the embroidered patterns on the third masquerade's skirt seemed to him like complete stories in a secret language known only to him, the silver threads glinting alive in the night.