By Matt Henshaw
I tentatively stepped across the threshold and found myself again in the wrong place. Though wrong, I feel right here. Better than where I come from, “the right place.” I unzip my legs and unscrew my arms, gently piling them in my cubby. Hopping to the vestibule, I tune in the receiver with my tongue. Sweet music fills the room and I am floating again. A chorus of voices sings a refrain and I join joyously. I don’t see the cloaked figure coming up behind me and hoisting me away from the receiver. They reattach my limbs and send me back.
What?
Very interesting story that leaves many questions. It definitely puts your imagination to work to decipher it. Well done
I love how it gets better with every read. And I found myself relating to it, the more times I read it. Amazing!
Excellent!
Literally baffled, but I think kinda in a good way LOL.
Powerful and such a joy to read! Resonates with a picture of wanting to fit into a place and how one can’t disconnect with the past – is what my reading whispers.