Howard Phillips was a lonely seeker of the unknown, of what is, and what is in-between. Metaphysics failing him, he embraced the occult.
Beginning on Halloween, his incantations lasted until dawn, then continued as the sun sank again.
The air thickened, then rent in two. Elemental waves sundered him, and he knew no more. But consciousness returned; his body lay discarded but he was there, in the spaces between!
And he was no longer alone.
Jostling, melding, a gelatinous, transparent whole, the essence of everything that had ever lived filled the air. Vigintillions screamed as midnight struck.
All Souls’ Day.
Author bio: Margaret McGoverne is currently writing her first full length novel, while being distracted by short stories, flash fiction and her blog about all things writing. http://margaretmcgoverne.com/
Between is part of 101 Fiction issue 13.
Be careful what you wish for! Great piece.
ReplyDeleteBelated thanks!Any homage to HP Lovecraft should be a cautionary tale ;-)
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