Michael sat, and the universe sprawled before him. His hands held a small porcelain cup, filled with a small portion of coffee, and the scent rose from its edges into his nostrils and he sensed it, but only peripherally. His body was at the center of the universe, sitting uncomfortably in a green recliner. His hands were extended in his lap before him. His neck was craned forward. His eyes...
He comes rushing back. “You okay?” “What? Yeah, yeah…I’ll be fine.” He can feel the wetness of his eyes, can feel his heart ready to beat out of his chest, taking bones and flesh and blood with it. He can taste the death on his tongue. “I’m fine. I’m fine. Just thinking.” She shifts in her seat. This is it! Pull! Pull! Pull! I...
He opened his eyes fully again and allowed the wind to breathe deeply in them. His eyes watered. Everything was bright and painful. He wanted to look deeply into the sun but instead held his gaze on the sidewalk, gleaming from the recent rain. His feet kept moving. His feet kept moving. Up and down, forward and back, pulling, pushing the earth beneath his feat, strings to the core. Connected. No,...