Ghost Codes 006
Break went round to Dixie’s with the plates he had picked up from outside the X-Ray parlour. He helped press up the latest tunes.
They drove to the club. Dixie took over the booth, started playing. The crowd moved to the beats. Break watched the discs spinning.
It was a sight he never grew tired off: Dixie working the decks whilst damaged parts of the human body circled beneath her fingers:
Spinal columns, thigh bones, shoulder blades. Two skulls spinning at the same time, conjuring crazy bad thoughts out of the grooves.
The biggest thrill? The sight of two transparent hands, their smashed-up fingers and wrists all grey and ghostly on the X-Ray plastic.
And Dixie’s own hands, fully fleshed, moving above the two broken examples. The music floating upwards from the mix like spirit smoke.