People in Season
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‘Smile,’ his wife sings it again, playfully scooping their boy into her arms and embracing Dylan, whose mouth, caught on two fish hooks, contorts his cheeks, almost splitting the skin of his face as he tries the grin. Just smile, they instruct, say cheese, and let the bulb go flash. Through the multicoloured spots the light leaves in his eyes, for a moment, Dylan sees that out there, at the centre of it all, is a singularity, which relentless in its consumption of the intangible qualities that exist between persons, grows nothingness in return. Francis Mullen had dared himself close and was killed in the venture. Tipped into the centre where he was torn apart and spaghettified, it had been called murder, but Dylan knows it for what it was. Francis Mullen is one of the sacrificed, his death a concession so folk by the outskirts can go on existing where the cost of living is cheap, and all they have to pay are mouthed words of condolence. So, here he is among them, Dylan Wong, trapped on the event horizon, offering his apology and tending a memory of the extinguished, when over there, is Ava O’Dwyer, flitting about like gravity doesn’t exist.
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