Liminal Spaces

Macabre Monday Flash Fiction in response to https://sabukaru.online/

You must know that you will be dead or nothing else will come of this.

And here and there is space entwined the liminal loneliness caress. Down unto all that eerie empty knowledge of the unknowable waiting for Godot. Game theory chanced out. Twice. Waiting for someone and failing to see him appear. Twice. It is unnerving and uncruel, untowards, and unnerving. There and back again an unexpected journey into causally connected grace. Unexpected as a gravely wound saga and lyric as an epic poem. Caught between a claustrophobic gasp and an irreligious canty in the zonal bliss transition barrage period.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Ameaney miney achoo.