“Forever is composed of nows.” ~ Emily Dickinson
Z thought as a black whole.
Z experienced everything at this/that moment without color.
Z tasted in shadows.
From the shadows came terror.
Z was a variant of a virulent tinnitus strain. Z was at a fixed point of -50 dB.
Z is the shriek that passes through the outer, middle, and inner structures, vibrating into an E Tube.
Traveling is a poor word of choice for Z in this state of being. Peripatetic is more to the point. Z travels from place to place, being to being, dimension by gradation of planes of existence
There are multitudes of levels of every emotional path that any can experience . Z knows.
There are a multitude of levels of pain. Hundreds of millions of points of view involving hundreds of millions of junctures, phases, factors, accents, factors. Z connects to All. All. All.
Z is at zero hour.
FLOAT POD con
“Stop fussing. Stop. I’m fine.”
Pushes hand away.
I said stop!”
Cursing, the medic walks out.
“Karen, there is nothing I can add to my statement.”
Debris is being removed. New equipment is being installed.
“Look, Val. Standard BS to make them happy. I know you. I know. Knew, Tyson. Just tell me what you edited out.”
Glare met stare.
“I do not have all day, Dr. Fill in the fucking blanks.”
Takes glass. Sips water. Another sip.
“Tyson didn’t screw up. I did not screw up. He was being an ass, as usual.”
“Fine. You heard the Banshee call. You heard the escalation. Then the cessation. The console sparked. I woke up on the steps, behind the railing.” Sips. “No, again, I have no idea how I wound up there. The pain in my back, my battered face? Stairs. Boom.”
“Why did you break Tyson’s fingers?”
“Why did you break Tyson’s fingers?”
Head turns. Sees FP. Nothing. Still in one piece.
Head still turned away.
“Jackass was reaching to mute. The data coming in and Tyson thought he was going to the mute button. He reached too far. He was going to incinerate the inside of the pod.”
“He couldn’t hear me, damnit. He couldn’t hear me call out. I went for his wrist. My eyes were vibrating. Wrist. Hand. Fingers. I needed to stop him. So, I did.””
Staring at the Float Pod. Shrugs shoulders.
Nod of head.
A chukka boot approaches.
Hand taps her shoulder.
“Dr. Marin? I need you to come with me, ma’am.
Her head turns to the other woman.
“Go with him, Valentina. Go. I’ll be with you again. Soon.”
Dr. Valentina Marin leaves what’s left of the lab.
She does not turn to look back.
THIS IS THE DAY Z DOES NOT DIE
Some interesting experimental writing. Just one question- who is Z? 😁
Today’s A to Z post on The Great Raven
Hi Sue. Z was/is/will be.
Z is a MC. I’ve only given glimpses of Z’s transitioning. Z is an unknown at present. Z will become known, If Z does not die.
Thanks for noticing the writing. I’m working at a new (for me) style. Experimental is my middle name.
This looks like a slightly complex but fun experiment, all the best. here from AtoZ https://poojapriyamvada.blogspot.com/2021/04/fernweh-newnormal-atoz.html
Thank you. I hope you’ll follow to the end.
Its mysterious and intriguing …. And it really arouses my curiosity
That has been my hope.
Thank you, Jayashree.
I wonder what happens next…
So do I.
I think I’ve started to breathe again – even if I’ve no idea whether it’s safe to. I’m worn out and it’s only E. Oh & I just love the title of this chapter – very Neil Gaiman 🙂
A-Zing from Fiction Can Be Fun
Normally found at Debs Despatches
Try not to hyperventilate. This is going to ebb and flow, like time, as a liquid.
As to Gaiman, I did not see that when I wrote it. Now, yeah. All by accident: took off the capitalization, was going to change it, but I like the look (first). Then ideas smacked me in the head.
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