Otto Tannenbaum stood before a swelling hole in the iridescent sky which hovered above a desert swarming with the desperate vestiges of mankind. Beneath these heaving dunes of flesh, not a grain of sand was visible. Otto raised a foot. The desert held its breath. The foot that bore the weight of the world breached the threshhold of the rift. Otto glanced back, flashed a tenuous grin. His foot was gone where no man (presumably) had yet, and he was still breathing. Then the rift gulped him...
Published on September 02, 2010 15:04