داستان داستان انگلیسی | Before the Zero

[Amin]

“Before the Zero”
Written by Glenn Dungan
Edited by Craig Groshek
Thumbnail Art by Craig Groshek
Narrated by N/A

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[Amin]

It is the smell that Dachery notices first. A sour odor, not quite spoiled but somewhat acidic, wafts through the air. It joins the thick artificial popcorn butter and the sucrose of cotton candy to make a nauseating maelstrom of humidity that permeates through the Florida marsh. The colors come second; baby blue orchids and ruby red roses poke out from the specimen’s flesh, crawling to the sun as if to scream repentance. The stalk of a sunflower sprouts in the center of the creature’s brows, bursting upwards and opening great yellow leaves to hug the world.


That is what Dachery calls it: a creature or specimen. The words are interchangeable. But it had hopes and dreams, however...​

لطفا برای مشاهده کامل مطالب در انجمن ثبت نام کنید.

 

[Amin]

Beads of sweat trail down Dachery’s back; beyond them, the wind rustles. He feels the eyes of the dunk tank drifting towards him, bobbing in some contaminated womb. The specimen is far away now. He wants to submit to the psychic, unexplainable sense that the flowers sprouting from the creature’s brows, thighs, forearms, follow him as they would the sun. He wants to. It will be easier.
“The Moss Prophet,” Margot says. She repeats: “The Moss Prophet.”
“Sounds like a cult,” Dachery says.
He does not know why they stopped here, in the middle of the designated Porto-john zone, but they did. He kicks away a baseball cap. Empty plastic cans of lemonade and hamburger wrappers litter the...​

لطفا برای مشاهده کامل مطالب در انجمن ثبت نام کنید.

 

[Amin]

Margot appears next to Dachery, her .22 locked. Dachery assumes his position, keeping his back to hers, glancing around the perimeter of the fare for other intruders.


“Put your hands up!” Margot yells, “We’ll shoot!”


The creature ignores her. It digs its fingers into the bark. It puffs out its chest, revealing mossy algae that falls from its ribs like drapes—tiny petals of yellow and blue fall to the dirt like torn butterfly wings. Dachery is unsure of the creature and refuses to conceptualize its existence.


“Last warning!” Margot yells.


The specimen twitches again. Its jaw hangs limp, tethered by a brittle tendon corroded by algae—Ladybugs trail along its face, its spongy...​

لطفا برای مشاهده کامل مطالب در انجمن ثبت نام کنید.