It’s the Which Chin? Hour where we sit in the dark and try to guess which chin is which?
Sometimes someone will stroke a chin thoughtfully, then we have to guess whose chin it was and who the chin-stroker was and were they even there?
No-one wants to play Which Chin? And especially not for a whole hour, but no-one can remember how it started, nor does anyone know how to stop.
Is it Which Chin? Hour now? Nobody has a watch or if they do it’s too dark to read it.
Sometimes to vary the monotony of Which Chin? Hour we play Find the Lightswitch, but we never can.
The one time someone found the lightswitch there was a row of them so we had to play Which Switch? for an hour.
If only any of the light switches had worked…
Once someone had a wristwatch with luminous hands but that was so long ago the luminosity has faded entirely.
Once someone had luminous hands they weren’t sure why, but that was fun, then it wasn’t fun it was just scary.
Then it was Which Chin? Hour again.
Once we knew how many of us there were because we could count ourselves on the fingers of one hand. Then we couldn’t find the hand.
Every now and then it strokes one of our chins and we yell, ‘That’s the hand – let’s find out how many of us there are again!’
I say ‘yell’ but of course since the sounds of our own voices began to frighten us too much to listen to them there has been the ban on speech.
We can still yell, of course, but only wordlessly, in panic. How comforting the others’ screams are! How familiar!
‘How do we know what the others are thinking?’ I hear you think.
Surely you remember that day or night when we began to hear either all the thoughts in the cellar or all the thoughts in the night.
Or are you new? Just in time – it’s nearly Which Chin? Hour!