The slight apparition of a smile is irritating. Deckard whips out his lightsaber from its holster concealed beyond the left shoulder. In the very fraction of a moment when the thumb strives for the blade’s ignition switch, when the fingers loose their opponent, when the primate’s hand’s unique ability to form a circle and grasp the things in their entirety is nullified, the other one strikes his wrist.     Despite of black mirrorshades their eyes are locked, never unlock, not even when their hands briefly connect. Connect incredibly fast. Vagaries of perception. Had their indeed been a shadow … Continue reading →