Redemption in Indigo

by Karen Lord

Bini’s calm gaze and the bothersome vision disappeared.

looking for you?’ ‘Why do you ask?’ The tracker’s face was less cheerful now, more anxious. ‘You do not discuss wages, or deadlines, or reasons for the assignment. You do not flinch at any of the strangeness

find that sometimes if you just sit still, things have a way of finding you before you can find them.’

The blur seemed to perk up again. ‘I mean he’s worse than weak. He’s in love with his vices. One can’t suggest anything to him. He has the thought already, and the mere idea that someone else is thinking it too is enough for him to act on it. Most of us can’t stand that – no challenge – but, like I said, I’m lazy. I’m content to sit back and watch the show.’

Poor Ansige; he was not even able to blame ill influences for his shortcomings. It seemed unfair that the djombi was right, that humans were largely responsible for their own misery