I found this a difficult read. Fascinating, but difficult. I kept remembering a statement I had read many years ago: The majority is always sane. I went through this story with that in mind because, for the life of me, I couldn't work out who was sane....
Chase Hex: A man whose life seemed to revolve around letter writing and being left handed. At least I think so -- it's hard to be sure with Mr. Hex.
Marcus Dean, psychologist: Someone who seemed well suited for the role. It appears that he has his own challenges in life.
Mrs. Hex: Only a minor character, but one that was well drawn in only a handful of words.
Deborah: Who listens to
Marcus Dean, psychologist's appointments. It could be that she does it because she's extremely curious, but it may just be that she needs to, to learn when her boss cancels appointments without notice.
88734: A brief appearance by the man with a gun. The man who craved the gun because it gave him a 'feeling of protection and secured survival'.
James Judy: It was sad. We didn't really get to know James Judy. He seemed a kind man, madly in love with Chase Hex.
One line in particular I found extremely poetic:
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Drops of water raped the earth with violent passion that cold night of spring.
There was fantastic imagery through out the story, and it would have been thoroughly enjoyable for that alone. But the story itself was great, raising questions about what is reality and what is perception with almost every word.
Thanks, Madrigal!