Mnem was in the moment. She had forgotten the hen sparrow, the van, the people she was with and even who she was. She felt the muddy water wash her, the particles of clay, the silica and the decaying gum leaves was as pure as a mountain stream. The stars had come out, Orion paced, the only constellation she knew. Her thoughts ran deep and uninterrupted, they paced like Orion in dark sublime. Her vessel was empty, her mind elsewhere. She saw the sparrow, the man, all as things like pebbles in her hand. There was the dirty water and the destruction, and her van. She saw her own eyes watch her travelling mind from the tiny window of the life pod. She suddenly understood things very well. Abruptly she was dragged out of her journeying psyche by sharp conversation.
She stood up in the waste deep water, confused. Janet spoke:
"Leave us alone Peter, no one will come tonight, please go back to the camp?"
"I just want to talk! I just want to," he paused, "if only you would listen! Why don't you go back to the camp I want to talk to her too." He said that childlike and they felt the old sympathy for him but Mnem had changed things, why should they tolerate someone not in control of important emotions?
"Do one you fucking stalker." Janet's brother had spoken, and had started to wade to the edge. There were deep shadows cast by moonlight, then those shadows were banished and formed at different angles by a torch. Light jumped from one person to another, momentarily a contorted face writhing with a demon appeared, Peter shielded his face from the torch Janet shone, then Mnem too was cast in the harsh light. Janet said to her:
"Run!"
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The Pole Shift
Science FictionEarth Crust Displacement, a theoretical and devastating geological event supported by Albert Einstein. What if it was about to happen, what if we knew it was upon us? What if some of us were being watched . . .
