I woke splayed awkwardly on a thin membrane that stretched as far as my eye could see. Disoriented at first, I realized there was no sound in this new place. I screamed; nothing echoed back to me, nothing but the sound within my own head. I stood and realized I was tethered to something, but I couldn’t see what. A rope protruded from my midsection. When I grasped it, I felt an overwhelming pain; it was slick and streaked my hand with filth. Quickly, I released it.
I began to walk on unsteady legs; the tether seemed endless and I walked for hours. The membrane beneath my naked feet bounced in concert with each step I took. There was a strange tangerine light here, one that shone brighter on the horizon. I traveled toward it, but it seemed the further I walked, the further away it continually became. My foot hooked on something and I stumbled. Looking down, I saw an arm. Startled, I fell backwards and landed with a soft pwoof on the surface – the first sound I’d heard since I’d arrived. Looking around me, I could see the membrane was littered with debris, most of it human offal and limbs. How did I not see any of this before? How had I wandered unhindered for so long without stumbling until now?
I knelt, wobbling as I did so, on the taut surface. I inspected the arm that had initially tripped me. Reaching out, I grasped it. There was a wedding ring on its third finger; it was clad in blood drenched fatigues. I ripped at the fabric like a madman until I finally uncovered the forearm. And there, where I had seen it so many times before, was the name of Pete’s son tattooed on the baby rattle he’d had inked on him the day his wife had given birth to their first and only child back in the real world. I began searching through the remainder of the wreckage. Bits and pieces identifiable; a magazine, shell casings, glasses, boots – photographs. More things than I cared to recognize. Still holding Pete’s arm, I crouched forward and wailed in despair and rage. This time the sound split the air as it slammed its way through this world, shattering the silence.
I reached down with my free hand and yanked on my tether – no, not my tether, my umbilical, and pulled it free.
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October 30th, 2014 at 8:01 am
Wow, this is the kind of piece I could read over and over, trying to figure it out. Great job, Nina! 🙂
October 30th, 2014 at 9:22 am
Creepy, disturbing, and fascinating.
October 30th, 2014 at 10:34 am
F…n…sweet!!! Outstanding story, Nina!! You brought the hammer down here & didn’t mince on the goods. Wow! I didn’t see this one coming!! 🙂
October 30th, 2014 at 11:06 am
It was quite something. Love the way you describe the silence. Quite inspiring. Thanks for sharing. 🙂
October 30th, 2014 at 9:02 pm
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October 30th, 2014 at 9:35 pm
November 15th, 2014 at 5:05 am
As usual, I am behind on my reading …
Wow, is all I can say! Though, to be honest, as creepy as the story is, it seems more like a prose poem than a story. The language is just beautiful and poetic and haunting ….