We are alone, sitting in front of the fireplace, fire blazing against the cool night, the electricity in the house, once again, not working.
“Right there,on your left shoulder,” Treya says, “Can’t you see it?”
“See it, no I can’t see it. See what?”
“Death. It’s right there, on your left shoulder.”
“Are you seirous? You’re kidding, right? I don’t understand.”
“We were talking about how death is a great teacher, and suddenly, on your left shoulder, I saw this dark but powerful figure. It’s death, I’m sure.”
“Do you hallucinate often?”
“No, never. It’s just that I saw death on your left shoulder. I don’t know what it means. ”
I can’t help it. I look at my left shoulder. I don’t see anything.