[...]...I
smell the salty fragrance of female fluids. I look around. Somewhere, not far
from me a couple is performing the ancient ritual of physical contact. They
have no idea that they emit energy in the space-time continuous.
[...] Energy for me
is visible as a projection. I feel my back opening and the wings given to me
from my creator to unfold.[...]
[...] I am desperately jumping out the door and sucking the cool wind with bulimia. I am filling my lungs with air until i feel the pain in the bones of my chest. I begin to relax and feel my mind clearer. I am placing my hands on my face and feel the dawn of a smile.[...]
...I'm ready to hunt.
I want to hunt, I need it!
part from the flash story : "The Earl",
by James Antoniou