Dinner: The light was dim and indirect and he had no sense of direction. There were bushes, but Pilot could see no trees. Around him, he detected shadowy, indistinct figures.
Shards of sunlight punctuated by sharp shadows, sliding and flashing across the paper as his hand gripped the pen and slid it rhythmically across the graduated lines. Dressed for the weekend’s summer weather in shorts, tank top, hat and glasses, and a green bandana worked around his neck and face as a mask.
The sun, flashing through the trees and the windows of the moving vehicle continued to trace shadows and shapes on his Brain Paper.
And then SILENCE. All about was a golden orb glistening odd somehow as there was only a sense of up. Pilot could sense UP was still UP. Other than that, and he was not absolutely certain. He could detect a certain deformity in the horizontal axis left and right, in that things were not alwaysContinue reading “And then SILENCE”