Friday, January 2, 2009

Drabble: With the Dark

With the Dark

The puddle of black is so deep you can’t quite focus on it; your eyes just slip off it like greased teflon. No form to the substance, no play of light and shadow to mark edges or contours, because it’s all shadow. If you didn’t know any better you’d mistake it for a hole in the cabinet, a breach in the fabric of reality. You find yourself drawn to the black; it’s all you can do to keep from being trapped in the depths of the void.

“Yeah, Mike, that’s definitely not how you’re supposed to install the toner cartridge.”

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