09. I want candi - Sick Sacraments
09. I want candi “I feel a storm approaching.” Candi spoke out loud as was her habit. “I know Freedom is nigh.” Candi examined the postmark on the back of the card and read that it was from Bakersfield. This was Candi’s only clue to the whereabouts of her dear friend, who corresponded only haphazardly. For, once again, there was only a penciled sketch on the back. This time it was a light bulb with strokes emanating from the drawing to represent illumination. Other cards with similar sketches had been sent from, Boston, Baltimore, Berlin, Bratislava and Bologna. One time, a candle, another time, a sun, or a pyramid, or a toaster, all with the same strokes sketched to represent either light, radiance, enlightenment or heat. She pinned it to the corkboard inside her office cubicle out of view of Ralph, with the others that she had received. As she continued preparing her desk, she retraced how their lives ...