Religious Girls - "White Mage"

They were standing completely still. Kind of posing, completely rock solid still. It was hard to tell they were real people, because they were standing next to fake museum ancient people, like those mannequin-type wax people, churning butter or hunting or something. But obviously they were real people. They were wearing now-time clothes, and they weren't in the exhibit, they were outside it. It just caught me off guard. They were seething. He was breathing really slowly but really hard, and she was breathing like she was under water, she would hold it in and then tilt her head up to take a breath. She had curly hair that went out in a triangle from the top of her head, and a baggy t-shirt, and shorts, and he had jeans and a golf shirt and his hair looked like it was made to hold sunglasses. You could see there was a relationship between them. Not like the wax people who looked like unused puppets, no these people had a connection between them that was bright and visible, like when people hold a flag between them at a soccer game. You could see their connection, it was all fingerprinted and greasy, and it had the sense that it was really well used. It was stretched tight between them and it was dripping. Dripping like carrying a bag of melty ice. Finally she turned around and faced him, her hands kind of on her hips but holding her big bag.

"So?"

And, to me, this is the way I remember it, it was like some sort of cue. The big fake birds that were circling, fake vultures flying high above fake dog skeleton, started really flying, started really screeching. The big fake half elephant covered in fur, started moaning, the fake leaves in the painted trees started rustling. And the fake people started lurching and bounding.

And these real people didn't notice! They didn't blink an eye when it happened. She just stared right at him and he just stared right back, even though all this other noise and other stuff was happening.

"Okay." he said, and it all, everything at once, stopped.

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