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Two Pieces

Per Olvmyr

The Unknown Shape

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When a woman brings home large quantities of cassava, the neighbors get worried.

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And start talking to each other.

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Not to get involved, one of them says. But what do you actually do with cassava? What goes on in a cassava?

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Cassava, cassava, it certainly has an unfamiliar shape, says another.

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That overweight grocery bag. It's such a disturbing sight, especially with that pointed rounding of the fruit and everything.

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You really must understand that it's only to get attention, an old aunt gossips.

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Perhaps she kisses them as if they were men, another neighbor suggests, men with big faces like cassava.

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In fact, it's as if she carries large cannonballs that she caresses while the victims lie congealed in their own blood, they write in a letter to the landlord.

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After reading the reply letter together, they shake their heads and look at each other worriedly.

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Can anyone understand? What goes on with the cassava?

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Table of Contents

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In a shop, a customer read the list of contents on a blood sausage for several hours.

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He had already been there the week before. Same blood sausage, same man.

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Sometimes it all starts out with such a small thing. A vague repetition. When suddenly it causes anxiety among customers, confusion.

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After a while another customer stuck his head out.

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What's that? he said.

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Does it have to do something with the contents of the blood sausage? another one asked, stopping in the middle of the action. The thought that gets contagious so quickly.

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Or was it something with the amount of sugar, the connective tissue. All that fine print that rarely gets any attention.

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Soon more and more customers had gathered, walking in circles around the man.

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They all talked loudly about the list of contents on blood sausage.

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Someone said connective tissue. The word repeated a few times. They talked about the blood, the fat, the ingredients.

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We're close to the truth now, one of them murmured. Soon we are really close.

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Per Olvmyr is a writer of absurdist fiction, prose and poetry. He lives in Malmö, Sweden, and has been published by literary magazines in Sweden, Finland, Denmark, Norway and in the US.  

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