NEW FICTION:

He sat alone, quiet, in a room of white shadows and bright light. He was a man full of visions, a man lost to the world, in a kaleidoscope of visions. He sat quietly as his lips hummed, as his fingers tapped on his thighs, as he swayed to a subtle rhythm. He was on a shoreline - muffled, short waves hit his naked feet - the sky was heavy, and the ocean was black. He stood on the side of an empty highway, buzzards screamed way above him in the clear, cloudless sky - a bright emerald green lizard crawled lazily over his naked feet. He was in a cool forest, tall, straight trees silently shifting in a breeze - a thousand thousand generations of life, mulched under his naked feet. He was man lost in visions, lost - as he sat alone, swaying to their subtle rhythm.