bones

i’m excited at this very moment in time. i want to say that in a voice that sounds like rod serling. ‘case in point’, and then be sure to say the word ‘mind.’ in rod serling’s voice, i mean.

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a man sits in a house, reading a comic book, while outside the winter sun is setting. black tree limbs are silhouetted against the strange blues of the sky and grey of clouds. he feels the world is immense and suddenly infinitely small at the same moment. it’s as if someone is looking down and across a colossal landscape, horizon to horizon. buildings, trees, mountains, cliffs, spires jut up like the ribcage of some immense skeleton, slowly rotting in the vegetation that is steadily consuming the landscape.

a flash of light, perhaps, catches their attention as they huddle around the fire. high up on the edge of the cliff as they are, they can see out across the expanse of jungle as it breaths the evening air. they look up at the flash of light or the sudden, unexpected noise or maybe it’s simply an impulsive feeling of something creeping into the periphery of vision. the warm light of the fire plays across their faces as they look. what lies out there, beyond the ken of their small wilderness and their small lives?