Status Updates From The Place of Shells

The scene superimposed translucently upon this one was that world of blue that I never got to see, calling out from afar. Now, from over a great distance, that blue came slipping this way. From my fixed avian vantage point, I held those blues on top of one another in my vision, waiting for them to disappear.

He must've noticed me…the monotonous squeak of his suitcase wheels drew closer. As the distance between us gradually lessened, I could tell that both the far-off time and my frozen memory had begun to thaw….