Thursday, March 12, 2009
The scarab on the cover should have warned Julie to stay clear of the heavy tome. “It means Ra and the sun,” she told herself, conveniently forgetting its double meaning of life and rebirth. The itching began as she traced the first words on the page; the sensation of insects crawling all over her, on and under the skin. She all but ran to the medicine cabinet to look for antihistamine tablets, sure it was an allergy to the preservative on the papyrus.
The itching subsided several minutes later, leaving her with a sudden desire for sheep’s eyes in aspic.