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Hearts, Spades & Renegades
Hearts, Spades & Renegades
SMITH
HEARTS, SPADES
& RENEGADES
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
-COSMO M. SMITH
And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before
God; and the books were opened: and another book
was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead
were judged out of those things which were written
in the books, according to their works
Revelation 20:12
THE HEARTS
To everyone who I can listen to
To Toby
PROLOGUE
To Paul
4. A NTH DEGREE
“It’s there, I just can’t see it” Acrostic ruffled his hair,
“but it’s all in there”
The door opened and Kendra entered in a red vest
and blue jeans, “how are we all today?”
“At work. I suppose you are too, if you’re here
for an account of the case”
The news journalist automatically slipped the
notepad and pen from her pocket, putting on the smile
that had been so effective at putting many a politician
at ease.
“What do you make of this poem?” Acrostic
flapped his hand towards the wall, “any idea Miss
Kiid?”
“Is there a prize for working this out?”
“Let’s say there is” I flippantly came out with,
“why?”
“Well it seems to me that the capital F in the
‘unFair’ is to make the word ‘air’ and that’s where the
references to the circles are” Kendra pointed out,
“how did you not spot that?”
“Murderer fatigue” labeled Acrostic, “I am so
thick. Here I am drawing on metaphysical imagery,
counterpointing the surrealism of the underlying
metaphor contrived through verse structure to
sublimate this, transcend that and- Kendra, it’s very
good to have a mole when you’ve got tunnel vision.
Come on Lexy Dent-”
“What?” I said with a mouthful of toast.
“Kent, Kent, why’d I say Dent?” Acrostic made a
sulk at his slip-up, “come on Lexy Kent, grab your
coat. Kendra, we’ll see you later. We need to get to
the airport”
“The airport?” I repeated with an inflection as I
grabbed my denim jacket that was draped over the
back of the sofa, “why?”
“Circles in the air, we’re looking for a plane
that’s been circling and is due in at noon. I can’t
believe I didn’t think of it” Acrostic and I jostled into
the car. Acrostic had his suit on and was adjusting the
rearview mirror as I disappeared into the glove
compartment and got a mint.
“Don’t want to confront our opponent with bad
breath”
We sped away to the airport. The sky was
extremely sunny without a cloud in the sky. The star
which we revolved around gave us a great day. As
Acrostic drove quickly, having noticed that midday
was only an hour away, I looked at how nice the
weather was. I believed how simple it was for my
ancestors to assume that the sun revolved around the
earth. That was the apparent nature of the Universe;
that was how it looked. What, however, would it need
to look like for my ancestors to believe that the earth
was revolving around the sun?
To Victoria
8. ONE HORSEMAN
LEFT
The beach is long and very warm but not too warm. I
just want to drop off into sleep. I’m wearing what I
always wear to the beach- jeans and a long-sleeved
shirt. The sunset, or sunrise, is very beautiful. The
sand is… sandy. The sky is really a deep red, but with
blue pinstripes. There is something glass about fifty
yards away. I run to it but the more I run, the further
I seem to get to this glass thing. I keep running, I keep
running, but the moment I stop running I’m brought
forward to the glass- glass bottles. I can recognize
them immediately. Vodka bottles. Vodka bottles
stacked up high. I take one from the top of the pile.
I unscrew one bottle and fee, the kick of the
Russian stuff crawl into my nose. I begin to drink it
but it doesn’t seem to have the kick it normally does
so I can drink loads of the stuff. I finish one bottle,
then another bottle, and another bottle, and another,
and another, and another. I’m surprised by how much
vodka one can drink. When the stack of bottles are
done I go for a walk. Across the beach, across the
ocean but when I stand on the water it begins to
coagulate and become much more like a big salty
bowl of desert jelly. I try not to have my foot cut into
that big wobbly gelatin sea. If I look closely, I can see
all the fish and other sea critters wriggle around,
trapped in the jelly.
That’s when I see it. The most beautiful thing in
the world. The sky is raining money. I rush forward,
ready to stuff my pockets with the cash spitting from
the sky. I grab giant wads of blue paper, green paper,
brown paper, all of it just feels like life between my
fingers. I go to stuff the money into my pockets when I
realize I’m naked. That means no pockets. I’m going
insane by this- I look around desperately and then I
found an old blazer lying a few metres away. I run
over and examine it. Sure, it’s fraying and looks
about as stylish as a trash bag with armholes but at
least it’s got pockets. I slip it on and turn around but
the money’s vanished. What has happened? I go
around stamping my feet on the ocean jelly, trying to
see if the money has sunken into the giant world
below.
Whenever I do this, I find that the jelly’s
surprisingly springy. I can jump pretty high if I try. I
jump higher and higher, bouncing around. I wonder if
I can fly. All I’d need is a bit of momentum and then
who knows? So I find one stretch of jelly and get
ready. The first few bounces don’t do much, they’re
not very high but it’s all in aid of building up speed.
Pretty soon I’m feel exhilarated as I go down and
going up I feel absolutely weightless. The next bounce
I know will send me flying. I jump hard down, falling
at least the distance of the Eiffel Tower, touch the
jelly, feel it depress under my force, and then I career
upwards and touch the atmosphere and break
through it. It’s like moving through a bed of crackers.
I break through and I’m in space. Sure, there’s no air
but who needs air? Air is for weaklings. I find that
with a bit of swimming strokes, I can force myself to
move in all kinds of directions.
Space is huge. Really huge. I zip by planets of all
different colours, red blue, magenta, trying to find
one that I can land on. There are so many stars
strewn across the vast darkness of the Universe. I
finally find an interesting planet. It looks like a giant
apple. No seriously, it’s got the stem and everything.
It revolves around a giant banana. Scientists have
always told me that the Universe isn’t just queerer
than we suppose but queerer than we can suppose. A
planet-sized fruit spinning in the orbit of a star
Banana kind of clinches this for me. Still, I don’t have
much else to do with my day. I use my arms to project
myself towards this apple. Pretty soon I’m being
sucked in by the planet’s gravity, like a giant rip in
the ocean which I can’t escape. The sound of
whistling passes my ears as I drop down towards the
apple and just before I feel like the crash will kill me,
I take the blazer and use it like a parachute. Not too
sure how it works but at least it works. It slows me
down just enough so that when I hit the incredibly
hard surface I haven’t broken either leg. It’s actually
too hard for an apple. It’s also too sticky. I get down
on all fours and lick. It’s toffee. I’ve landed on a giant
toffee apple. Without any shoes the soles of my feet
stick to the toffee and every step requires me to peel
away the skin of my toes away from the caramelized
sugar. I break off a little bit of toffee from this planet
and chew it.
It’s not bad.
It’s not great but what do you expect? It’s a
toffee apple planet. I do a bit of wandering around,
trying to find something to do. For a planet made of
an apple and a candy shell, it surprisingly boring.
Until…
Crack. Half the planet disappears. I can see how
much is gone. One bite of the toffee apple planet is
gone. Two bites. One bite left…