They seemed to shift forms now and then, like they were trying to disguise themselves. Probably they had the same curse as their owner. Grem-Lens held them up and they became incredible tools, all powered by dei drips, dei diddies, dei-halations. Wrenches and chisels were dripped, tuned or breathed into existence, shoring up the walls to our city and repairing its battlements. I could sense relief from them when the work was done and they were finally stored from sight.

© 2020 Kelly Ishikawa

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