Objects of Worship (2010)
“Roman’s mouth waters at the thought of fresh meat. It rained on the night of the last full moon, and the one before that; the monthly hunt is taboo on such occasions. Now, the only clouds are thin and wispy. It will not rain tonight.
It must not. Roman does not want to be denied again.
Exhaling pungent smoke, he passes the joint to the smiling teenage girl next to him — he forgets her name — and gets up from the grass at the foot of Mount Royal.
Nearby, bare-chested young men play tam-tams, gir...ls dancing around them, shedding their clothes.
Roman has had enough of being around people. He runs, first to the beat of the music, then gradually finds his own rhythm.
He runs up the mountain. He runs along well-worn paths, avoiding the tangle of branches, so he can go fast, faster, faster. He hopes to lose his nervous edge in the adrenaline rush. But the exertion has the opposite effect.
His body yearns for the hunt.
Roman is worried that he might not be chosen as the Wolf’s avatar tonight.MoreLess
It must not. Roman does not want to be denied again.
Exhaling pungent smoke, he passes the joint to the smiling teenage girl next to him — he forgets her name — and gets up from the grass at the foot of Mount Royal.
Nearby, bare-chested young men play tam-tams, gir...ls dancing around them, shedding their clothes.
Roman has had enough of being around people. He runs, first to the beat of the music, then gradually finds his own rhythm.
He runs up the mountain. He runs along well-worn paths, avoiding the tangle of branches, so he can go fast, faster, faster. He hopes to lose his nervous edge in the adrenaline rush. But the exertion has the opposite effect.
His body yearns for the hunt.
Roman is worried that he might not be chosen as the Wolf’s avatar tonight.MoreLess
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