Segment 6 (It's been a long time coming)

In my eyes the gelatinous tears begin to build. Their salty concoction of mournful thoughts swell behind the cornea before the eruption bursts out across the pot mocks that riddle my cheeks. Each indentation slows the teardrop nearly bringing the melancholic stream to a dead stand still.


"Son!" Father exclaimed "Awake my son; the dogs have found us!"


 The crease in my lips folded back in time "How is this possible Papa?".


 "I do not know my child but do hurry. We haven't much time. The planes already burning fuel as we speak."


The face of my father vanishes back into the backdrops of my storied memory. His appearance of glee, pure and untouched happiness on the other hand never dissipated.


I watched as he took the necessary and unnecessary in hand before forcible plunging the inanimate inside his large soil tinted leather suitcase. The life up to this point was no longer relevant. The future - as he'd say with a boom and a thunder - had no time for such trivial matters.

"What in God's name were you doing out there kid?"

Lacerations of pain trickle in from left to right, then right to left until the concussive force eventually destroys the fabrics of my alluring dream. Fire engulfs the immediate environment beneath a wave of burnt orange. Pillars of thick charcoal gray smoke hangs ominously over my head.

       "What were you looking for?" 

The structure lay in tatters. It's many windows shattered intermittently peppering the ground a sprinkled concoction of many blades and daggers. My feet, stricken bare and naked to the touch, had yet to bleed.

"Look son" the man let out a long winded sigh "We can help you. All you must do in return is tell me what exactly you were doing out there." 

A gale of exasperated carbon monoxide brushes past the slick portion of my face. The cool frail wind freezes a fair piece of doused flesh before conceiting life backwards through the dull listless marbles lodged within the victim's eye socket.

"Damnit kid, just tell me why you were found trespassing on hollow ground. That field you carelessly stumbled through has been officially ruled as governmental property. For all intents and purposes I could have you arrested and jailed till you're of age."

The stirring of death's fable cauldron had been tasted. The ladle carefully sat aside the hot boiling dish awaiting one final ingredient.

"Did your father ever teach you the rules of responsibility? Do you even realize that for all of this" the young corporal waved his arms in one grand circular motion "All of this costs something. And for every cost, there is a debt. For every debt there is a payment owed"

A drip of hate, a bead of malice, and a crown of justifiable logic.


In my eyes the sun and crescent moon quickly melded into one shade of light. A cataclysmic eruption in the barrier of our inner atmosphere clouded the vermilion skies. The propulsion - a wave of incineration - rapidly ate and dissolved yard by yard of the dry field that I currently stood upon. The ground roared, the earth shuddered, and then the light of a hundred million candles blotted out the ever changing hues of our adventure.


The bright white illumination tore past my father's corpse, past the field's end, past the edge of the world I could readily see. It had engulfed everything. And when the moment had come to pass, I fell to my knees, skin burnt a crisp and bleeding my precious blood to feed a dying world.


But for when I turned to spot my father's grave, the one that had been there just a moment ago, for it was gone as was the dust. All of it was just gone.