POTATO MOON, Part 6 by Michael Davidson

His hands moved rhythmically, spurred on by ancient, guttural tones. The lights flickered, spasming like a fish too far from water, or a careless electrician.

Jakob's face stressed and contorted. Sweat began to bead on his over-long forehead. His eyes rolled back, his body slacked. He was done.
He stumbled towards Bela, ...