“Time is the fire in which we burn.” ~ ~ Gene Roddenberry
In between ‘It was…,
and moments before Z popped up.
Valentina + Void = inner jabbering.
Val’s short, shallow breathing climbed expositionally
with the beating pulsations of her heart.
98.8° F (37.1° C) ratcheted to (180°F − 32) × 5/9 = 82.222°C.
Nerves destroyed. Pain<3rd° burns.
Val is charred to basics.
Her chest continued to tighten and contort.
Guts flipped flopped non-stop.
Her mind pinballed.
Valentina’s body became its own Tower of Babel.
And ‘…too much’
Z’s appearance was announced by a pin-point of light.
Z was. Here. There.
Val’s extremes halted to numbness.
Sweat encased her.
She couldn’t move nor speak.
Spitting was out of the question.
She could not do anything of a physical nature.
Z, from There:
Val felt the words enter, not aural vibrations but cerebral contact.
Her head would have snapped back if it could have moved. She lost consciousness.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Val came back.
“I’m sorry, Valentina. Guess I don’t know my own strength.”
Z attempted to smile. Val knew the referencing Z was making. She was not amused.
She let Z know that.
“I thought it…Never mind.
Yes, I know I always...
Valentina, those language concepts mean nothing, never will mean anything. They have.”
Z halved the distance between them.
What did you promise me?
What did you promise me between kisses, between acts of loves and fucks.
The truth is: I took you in, full trust, full vulnerability.
That you wavered? That you lied to yourself?
I loved you I loved you I loved you!
I love you.
Now, and whatever forever means.
That is why.
We are here.
I’ve thrown off Zehara.
I was not a star.
I offered no radiance.
Zehara…she is the past.
It is time to uphold promises.”
Z was there.
Face to face with Valentina.
Z brushed her lips over V’s.
End of Arc One
Arc Two of Liquid Time begins Monday, April 12, 2021.
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