The Waste (V)

Lucius and Ignatius were seasoned hands when it came to setting up their camp.  They easily retrieved their tent from what seemed to be a disorganized pile of sacks, bags, and boxes.  Paris regarded the size of the bag with dubious curiosity, but from the too-small-seeming package they unfolded, little by little an unexplainably large piece of […]

Open Heart Epilogue (XXII)

Tristan headed for the eastern edge of the small town. Casually, lightly, and easily, he glided across the stone paving of the street. He meandered in, out, and around clusters of townsfolk.  He swung around two merchants engaged in a heated argument near an overturned cart. He smiled, when a young girl with a basket […]

Open Heart Palpitation (XX)

His lifeless arm drifted towards the floor, the weight of the orb easily overpowering the functionless musculature and bone.  The tool had fallen from his grasp, and his fingers had lifted from their restrictive position upon  the rings of the sphere, yet the shiny circles remained motionless.  His arm pivoted backward at the elbow, and […]

Open Heart Assimilation (XV)

Tristan stood at the shore of an expansive lake.  He searched the twilight for a shore across the water, but he found little definitive evidence, beyond a far-off treeline, to determine an end to the liquid mirror. His feet impressed upon the soft, damp, ghostly, grey and silver sand.  He pinched small chunks between his […]

Open Heart Interlude (X)

When he opened his eyes, Tristan was taking in a simple, rustic, hotel room.  The sheets upon the bed were rumpled, and the pillows were smashed, and folded in upon themselves.  The minimalist accommodations were quiet, and still. Tristan’s shook his head back and forth languidly, shrugged his shoulders up and down, and then twisted […]

Open Heart Acquisition (VIII)

Tristan put his hand into the front right pocket of his pants.  He twisted his hand back and forth, opened his fingers wide, then squeezed them around his powerfully muscular quadriceps. He removed his hand, tensed his right oblique muscle, and shifted downwards to the right.  Tristan patted the pocket just above his knee, and […]

Open Heart Reconnection (V)

Tristan stared into his reflection, and the tiny opening in the metal panel in his chest. The rest of his immaculate form seemed insignificant in relationship to this tiny hollow. He’d been in this same position before, feeling strangely perplexed, and gazing into a keyhole within himself. He suddenly twitched, and then a chill and […]

Open Heart Insight (IV)

“Ready?” “I think so.” “It’s not really a question that you can respond to unsurely.  Either you are, or you aren’t?” “Ready.” “Go ahead then.  Let us in.” Tristan stood in front of the door, arm stretched forward, with the key in his hand.  Some wildly debilitating magic froze him in this spot.  He breathed […]