Fractal Realities: Establishing a Connection
Where the -@!# did my muse go?
Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.
Jorge stretched out his legs until his joints popped. He sighed as he relieved pressure he hadn't consciously felt. It was hard not to fidget on the plastic-y surface of the reclining chair. The rest of the room was antiseptically boring, so sterile it made his teeth hurt.
A voice came through a speaker. “Are you ready?”
Of course I'm ready, Jorge thought irritably. This was the whole reason he was here. He tried to keep his voice neutral. “Yessir.”
"Please reposition yourself so that the back of your head is centered on the dimple in the head rest."
Jorge did so, feeling the curious absence in the chair just behind his head.
"Now look up at the aperture and blink twice."
He tried to follow the directions but the skin around his eye, where they had applied a topical, responded sluggishly.
"Good." The speaker turned aside to talk to someone else. "The receiver is ready. We'll have contact in three . . . two . . . one . . . "
Jorge stared upward. The world turned red as blood dripped into his eye.
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Robert Quick
That's okay. I'm willing to experiment. If you're curious, I'll extrapolate further but it's not terribly important. I think I was riding high on the understated Paid to Sleep story and tried to emulate that, while at the same time having this vision for the line I used that was very vivid. There's a lot going on inside my head and (thankfully?) not all of it gets out.
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August Rode
I have to confess to having virtually no idea what's going on in this piece, Robert, but that won't prevent me from being able to carry forward. The piece feels like it should have been slightly longer, as though you had some difficulty fitting it into the limit.