Follow The Leader, 239
as brown remnants of abandoned entrances fade from
our view
grand interiors illuminate our perplexed emotional
gaze
I take a step forwards
stopping before my toes reach the shallow crease
in the ground separating our world from his
and turn back taking in once colorful
sights and used to be sweet smells
and the pleasant sounds of water draining
through invisible pipes leading to
maybe somewhere
finally my gaze lands at our hands
my fingers interlocked with his
I pull his arm slightly
but his face stays still
almost lost before he was even truly found
my hand slips away from his till the tips of
our fingers give up trying
I drop my arm
leaving his arm outstretched
reaching for unseen fake air
YOU ARE READING
MUTE
Science FictionPlagued by the knowledge of a fallen past, #239 feels an inexplainable need to tell everyone of the world above. along with #239, #116's family has been passing down stories of a world above with technologies and opportunities beyond imagination...
