The Dust
It flowed, filled with tiny dust particles, each shining with its own light, in drafty currents in the dark room. It came in through the window, slightly open to allow the nighttime breeze.
Carl marvelled at the tiny, shining motes, each jostled about and colliding with each other, flowing into strange shapes, tiny spirals and whirling vortices, and bumping against the flow of the fan, set to maximum speed, preventing the tiny motes from penetrating further into the room on their own.
He stared at the motes as they flowed together, coalescing into a tiny membranous winged figure, shaped something like a man, something like a bat, at times something like a spider, but with tendrils of light instead of limbs.
It looked at him with seven tiny gleaming eyes, and as it opened its mouth to speak…
He woke with a start as his alarm went off.
He had overslept . . . again!
Troy David Loy ©2017
Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.
He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.
He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.
He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy
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