NEW FICTION:

His eyes shifted deep within his head. His feet were planted, his hips were set, his shoulders firm - but his eyes shifted deep within. He rolled his head slowly - his neck clicked, clacked. It felt good, those tiny movements, made you feel connected - one step further away from the abyss, one step further into your body. He bent his head towards the ground, his hood rose to cover his face. His lips moved in recognition of a song, a space, a name, an attraction. He breathed deeply, silently - let it all rush by. He shifted his face towards the grey sky. Rain splashed across his eyes, down his cheeks, drowned his still moving lips - he let it all rush by. He called - softly - a name, an attraction. He breathed deeply again - and let it all rush by.