A Singularity

So we’re taking a small break from the character windows for everlasting because I’m on vacation. Or I was a few weeks ago. That and we finished the buying a movie ticket window for all the characters I’m doing windows for. Next week look forward to a new window. In the mean time, enjoy!

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Her Castle
By Nojh Livic

The sound of waves was ever-present. Even when she didn’t hear them, she knew they were there. They were quiet roars in the distance, never quiet rhythmic yet indicate of a balance far larger than basic time and simple math. The breeze was a chaotic thing, in contrast. Occasionally providing a reprieve from the sun or add a chill during the night. She welcomed the feel of it on her skin regardless of the time, however. She had even grown fond of the smell that it brought. Salt that she remembered once burning her nose and spoiling her sense of taste permeated the air. She could not bring herself to like the salt but tolerance had grown over time.

A surprise to everybody, most of all herself, was her love of sand. She was well-known for her dislike of dirt and it’s even more horrible associate, mud. Entire trips had been delayed due to the changing of shoes thanks to a particularly rainy afternoon and an accidentally mis-step. Sand, however, was an entirely different beast, although she understood why everyone thought she wouldn’t set a shoe, much less bare feet upon it. It was small and clingy. Once it was on you it took copious amounts of water to clean away. And yet after the first day of watching them all play upon it, she had dared to climb the small hill and let her hand brush the dry fine grain of white sand from the safety of the vegetation. It had been soft and warmly smoothing. Yes a little bit clung to her fingers but that simply let her bring it up to examine with her eye. She could find no real fault with it.

So she experimented further, placing a shoe covered foot in the stand. It gave slightly as she leaned in but her balance was undisturbed. After a moment’s hesitation she drew her foot back, shook it slightly, then settled it back on the weeds. There in the sand was an inverted replica of the bottom of her shoe, speckled slightly with loose sand, it captured her attention and she had to kneel to examine it. Her shoe was slightly ribbed and so too was the impression. With a nail she lightly brushed at the ribs, toppling the miniature mountains until there was a single line bisecting her entire foot print. Smiling, she did so again, and again, until all possible lines of bilateral symmetry could were mapped.

Then came a breeze that lightly blew at the sand. Hardly strong enough to shift more than a few hundred grains it was still enough to smudge some of the lines she had drawn. Realizing the fragility of her creation, she took out her phone to take a snapshot of her work. When she had finished she stood up and looked towards the water.

Everybody was staring at her. They had stopped playing in the waves and looked up from their books to stare at her. Only a single kite doggedly remained aloof from the apparent spectacle she was putting on for everyone, although its ownner had stopped running.

She had run back into the house. (continue reading…)