Simon J. Cooper
Copyright Simon J. Cooper 2011
Published by Holbrook Publishing at Smashwords
Cover by ENC
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Simon J. Cooper
Calla floated in a sea of blood, but still she was hungry. A lone sun burned in a clear blue sky. She lifted her arms to shield her face, and the network of veins inside writhed against the radiation. They were empty, clear as her flesh. Her hands dropped into the sea, and lapped the thick liquid over her face, and into her mouth. It cooled her from the heat, but the need persisted.
She turned herself face down into the warm liquid and sucked as if she was in a feeding bath filled with the choicest bloods from a thousand worlds. But no matter how much she drank, her body craved more.
Twisting upright, she saw the sky had become one of the grey city domes of home, an eternal protection from the binary stars. If it was home then this was the waking dream. The dome split with a metallic clunk and a line of fire seared all beneath.
Calla woke. She was far from home. There was no city dome, but a wall of blackout drapes, and the line of fire was a block of evening sun escaping the London skyline to pierce a gap in the drapes. Her head and shoulders were painted yellow, the sunlight making the narrow angles of her ridge bones glow. The veins under her translucent skin twisted at the insult, stemming the slow death from U.V. The blood in them was blanched pink.