A Golden World

There was no sensation in this world: no heat, no cold. Not even in the currents of the liquid that swirled through his lips. Movement was difficult: limbs slow to respond and weak. Gravity here was suspended; it did not matter what was up or down.

The world was a haze of amber. A light from above made swathes of skin glow white topaz and others in the shadows below, a dark red-gold. Beyond the gold was another world, but it was unreachable.

He closed his eyes. The world outside was denied to him. And he could not fault them.


Next – A Bull in the China Shop


About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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