Just in the distance outside the old dwelling I and my father’s presence currently occupied, the rumbling snarl of mother’s storm roared into the county if properly calibrated to coincide with Wright’s inquiry. The boisterous growl sharpened it’s fangs against the cage of man, tearing at the edges and gnawing the corners till their thinly veiled lodging crumpled bringing down the might and velocity of a vengefully violent tornado through the once intact living room. The earth was sent through a ferocious shock after concussive shock wave before trembling in defeat. Beneath our feet she relinquished her fading grip causing our limp bodies to suddenly and unbelievably hang in midair, hovering beside a lifetime of acquisitions.
With this impulsive heave to facilitate our loss of stability so too was the sense granted to me by my two ears. Sound had been incongruously abducted and placed somewhere on the other side of this infernal vacuum.
The faint light that followed the strangulating gasp started absent an operational catalyst, trickling as a mere dot refracted inside one of the many shattered windows. But the stubborn blotch rapidly developed into a copiously healthier encapsulation until the bright colorless shade blanketed the sky, the sun, the moon and everything below.
I watched as the flesh on father’s tormented face had been quickly peeled into teeny tiny particles and thrust aside like a used product. In the next instant his body vanished inside a burst of sand, spraying bits and specks across the walls of what remained of our house and showering me with dots of crimson, blotting my ordinary pale complexion a pseudo freckling ala chicken pox.
“I know Daniel was constructing something out there in the desert". His words hung softly at the sight of his obligation "Something that's clearly evident on these photographs” Wright laid out three black and white letter sized portraits each displaying father dragging a wooden crate and a single blur that began from the center and smeared all the way to it’s edge.
I mumbled “There’s nothing there…”.
“Were you looking!” retorted Wright “Were you even looking at the fucking pictures!”
The membrane covering my bodily organs rapidly burnt and blistered beneath the torrid sheet wave as I ominously hang alongside the suspended sub-particle mess. Articles of clothing clung momentarily before the vaporizing stratum swept away the useless fabrics of shame, carrying their atoms only a foot in distance before evaporating right in front of me.
“What was he assembling Jericho? What was your father doing before the blast?”
The tips of my fingers bled only an instant before they hardened to the strength of rock. My knuckles tightened and cracked, skin separated and also briefly bled before being cauterized and crystallized a tepid soil tone.
I panicked and shouted the only words I knew. “I don’t know! You!” I pointed at the man covered in war memorabilia “You’re supposed to know! You told me you knew!”
(Should have another update by tomorrow or the day after. Had to break up the work as it was finished)
