A Chain He Doesn't Explain
Marc was a sixty-year-old roadie from Toulon. The night he retired, after one last gig, he took a piece of chain off a broken flight case — matte silver, medium links — and gave it to Bruno: so you don't forget where you come from. Bruno put it on and hasn't taken it off since. When someone asks about it, he changes the subject. It's not that it hurts; it's that naming it would wear it out.







