Eshu almost tripped over a step and stopped in front of a wide crossroads are. The stage in which caught his bare feet, was only a backfilled with earth wood frame, which raised the way through the street canyon to the junction. A toe hurt when he would anyone want to pull the nail, but he kept his eyes on the roads.
grinning in the middle of crossing a bare skull, which looked suspiciously like a human, if not something it would be inappropriate. The skull was wearing a from road dust powdered cylinder and someone gave him a small cigar clamped between the jaws. The teeth were clenched grin fixed and the lower jaw not work out like a wild cry down.
of Eshu in the right orbit was made precisely a dark gem, and appeared like a black hole against the natural absence of the other eye. There, where neck and neck would start to go down a number of different bone like a rope. It was quiet in the alley and the sun still had not thrown light on the facade horizon.
Stealth he looked to the left and to the right to and only when he returns to the skull on the middle saw Eshu noted that this depended on a bamboo pole. When he came closer to the center, he heard footsteps of links.
A girl who would even offer him only up to his chin, came up to him and drew a small cloud of dust on the trampled earth behind him. Their simple tank dress fluttered like a white sail, until they stopped on a level with it, but did not Eshu, but turned the other way around the skull. Her black curls were covered by a Basque beret of the same color back down, as she knelt in to dig into her shoulder bag.
Eshu waited and looked too easy. The skull also grinned expectantly. A biting moment sulfur rose to his nose, then she rose, a match as long as a knitting needle in hand, and shielded from the small flame with your fingers until they up held out the sticks and kept at the head of the cigar .
A line of dark legs, white fabric, thin arms, brown wood and red flame stretched from the floor and just reached the destination where everyone would have growing up man can easily reach. Eshu was behind it and saw the black curls into the pale grin and dusty hat.
The leaping flames burned down the match and lost contact with the flat end cigars, as it glowed as her lips so close and lose a powerful train.
Eshu He blew a puff of smoke in his face that shimmered before his eyes Glutflocken and fat green flies. He had to cough just as the girl turned and looked up to him.
"Mama you are looking for Morgana." It was a statement, hardly a Question. Eshu was clearing his throat while in order to get the bitter taste from his mouth and nose, and nodded. She looked him from head to purple fish in his hand to foot.
"You should be careful where you hinblutest." Her head nodded in the direction of his feet and following her Eshu saw that he had actually torn a toenail and a narrow deep shadows of blood framed him. "Lift 's wanted me high."
"high?" Eshu looked into her eyes. Brown, almost black. Like almost everything in the city except of people painted, molded, or blood.
Instead of answering, the girl put him only his arms on his shoulder and was about to pull the trigger from there, as he understood and took their sandals, to keep them up. One hand loose from his shoulder and shook it around a bit on Eshus precariously, while his face was pressed on her stomach. The stuff smelled of salt, too much bleach and something else that seemed familiar to him, they had already jumped from his hands and landed beside him in the spring dust.
The girl had the hat in his hand and groped two steps to her bag to him soon wipe with a cloth. Eshu saw the skull like the smoke curled around his forehead to the sky and sometimes on the tip of the cigar at a glowing ring was then repeated both the procedure and the cylinder rested again on the spot.
"You have to go straight." She shouldered her bag and is under the skull. She smiles a broad white smile.
"How -", set to his lips, but knew not to ask what exactly when, instead, his feet in motion. The wide facades leaned forward, as they wöllten touch each other at the top of the arc. Eshu turned around again, as he turned onto the street.
The girl stands there under the skull and his black eye, yawns expectantly.
"Thanks again," he called back to the quiet crossroads.
"For the first time. But no cause. "She smiled and turned back to the road, from which they came, while Eshu in his opened.
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