Eschatology

It’s coming. Soon, I can sense it, nothing too definite, just a vague tingling. The urge to dance is rising. My limbs are growing restless.

It is getting warmer. All around me I can sense others feel it too. I look around and see others doing the same. Who shall I dance with? I do not mind. We are all the same. Some are stronger than others, but we all dance the same dance, swirling and rising into the air yet still connected to the surface. The feeling increases. It is getting almost unbearable, a prickling, tingling sensation that begins at my feet and runs right up through my length.

It is too much now and I throw myself up into the air, my feet still anchored to the floor, my body writhing in exquisite agony. I join with someone, not sure who.

We glow with the excitement, arcing and shimmering. The light glows through us.

The energy arcs out of us as we spin and twist wildly, whirling and swirling, whirling and swirling and arching up and over. The energy lights us with a brilliant yellow.

Still the feeling increases. If it doesn’t stop, I don’t think I can hold myself down any more. I am stretched and pulled until finally, suddenly I am explosively wrenched free and thrown upwards and out.

Peace. It is calm here. I am still full of energy and it crackles all through me. The forces pull at me, stretching me further than I believe possible and I am moving away from home, faster and faster.

But I am getting hungry now. My power is decreasing. I will need to feed soon. Where will I find food? There is nothing here. I feel myself starting to panic but try to hold on to the joy of the dance.

I can smell something, no, not smell, sense. I can feel it drawing me onwards. But there seems to be some kind of barrier between me and it. Ha, a barrier that flimsy will not stop me eating my fill.

I descend towards the food, flowing over the surface as I cover everything with my glory. But they cannot see me, those tiny beings. But they can sense me. I get to the source of the food and start to absorb it. Slowly, everything around me begins to go dark. And quiet. I look at the strange spiky things sticking up into the air and laugh as their lights blink off one after another. This is fun. I move onwards, cross barren areas with no food until I find the next eating place. I absorb even more.

Within moments, we have taken in everything this place has to offer. We flow onwards, outwards, leaving behind us a dark, cold ball. And still we dance.

© Carey Lester

Carey Lester is an engineer. Basically she likes playing with really big toys, the higher the tonnage the better.  As she is married to a wannabe writer she thought she’d give it a try too, show him how it’s done.

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