Fantasies are experiments on reality. One of my running fantasies is one in which I have to run. Get away. Go. Find a safe or better place.
The jig is up!
They are coming. Finally!
(It was only a matter of time.)
“Who are they?” Stephen often asks. As if it matters!
(It doesn’t matter.)
It’s they. Them. The ubiquitous They. What more can or needs to be said?
I think about Essun from Jemisin’s The Fifth Season. I think of Mulan, Imperator Furiosa, Stray Cat Rock‘s Mako, and Louise Belcher. People who ran, when they had to, who would not be caught up in fates not of their choosing. People who were ready, even if it’s not what they wanted. People who have had enough, already.
Who wants to be chased? It’s not about the chase. It’s about the ability, the capacity to run, to deal. The wherewithal to have runny-sacks; maps, fake IDs, loose cash. A stolen War Rig. Your father’s sword. Cocktails (molotov)! All of it at the ready, or ready for the taking. It’s in the daring, or the will. The need.
(I will neither confirm nor deny the existence of a bindle of likewise necessities somewhere on the premises – cell phone, wallet, keys will not suffice.)
If and when They come, I want to be ready. They are not going to get me. Or at least, I won’t make it easy.
More: one way or another, they will be sorry they tried. They will regret what they started. No matter the outcome.
How’s that for fantasy?
Jemisin, N.K. (2015). The Fifth Season. Orbit: United Kingdom.