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Baby Wipes

By S. A. Barton

Copyright 2012 S. A. Barton

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A scream existed, but there was a vastness that it could not overcome.

After a timeless time, the vastness receded. No, that was not quite accurate. It contracted, toward the screamness, enough that there was the possibility of something beyond it. Something that was not the vastness, to compare it to. The identity of the vastness resolved itself.

It was pain. Paralyzing agony, and the scream groped toward an egress that fluttered like the mouth of a dying fish—but it could not emerge. It waited, an orgasm on the edge of expression, for the paralysis to pass, frustrated.

A skeleton unshattered itself and leapt together, a puzzle desperate for completion. Ashes swarmed in a cyclone, caking onto the unblackening structure, lightening through maroon into crimson. As they thickened, moisture and pulsing gathered beneath; behind a growing hand, eyes inflated and unpunctured, drawing gasps of condensing steam into themselves.

A transcendent light resolved itself as the entirety of the visible world, and then the sun unswallowed the forming man and rushed away to gather to a point in the distance that hovered a moment, then flashed a streak up into the stars and—gone.

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