Bride of Sound
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I explore themes of altered perception, distortion of the body, and dysfunctional romance. Sometimes chaotic, always controlled.
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Vera and the Escape to the Infinity Pod
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And Vera had tried. Her trajectory had begun two months prior, surreptitiously, with the casual flirtations of a group therapist named Loy. Loy was a member of the Serapis’s maintenance crew, and in an effort to move into the ranks of medical staff he mediated the after dinner therapy sessions for the eleventh ward three times a week, which often dragged on for more than two and a half hours of excruciatingly boring revelations from the more outgoing patients. Vera kept quiet on most nights, but a particularly egregious account of physical transformation into a mosquito by a inmate named Marigold had caused her to erupt with laughter. Marigold occupied the cell next to Vera’s in the eleventh ward domicile and had been interned for stealing and consuming nearly a gallon of precious Ob positive blood from the bank at the medical agency where she was employed on earth. During her sarcastic uproar Vera had noticed Loy suppressing a smile in her direction, before narrowing his eyes and commanding, “Vera, enough!” But the glimpse of his subtly curved lip and his use of her birth name had captivated her, because she had considered all guards to be inhuman conduits of the coping agency, deftly proselytizing the ten principles of recovery.
By Bride of Sound4 years ago in Futurism
