Malekut's Story

Malekut stood facing the mountains and the sun showed up just in time to catch rainbows off the falling water. He’d driven off the telephone and into the drink. He’d developed a wide shoulder and decided to give it a break. Raking furrows into his painted face, the light inched across the open glade. Pianos played rolls in his head in accompaniment to the smile on his face. The treasure chest besides him smiled back in the sunshine.