Duck Lake burning cities and napalm skies

Time changed at random speeds for the man, his memories dragged on for eternity while his sensible moments happened in a flash. He couldn’t tell what was real anymore and what was fake. His emotions tore at his flesh, digging deeper wounds. His mind playing tricks, trying to deceive him. Ghosts from his past resurfacing, teasing him, pushing him further and further.

The lake was new, a break from the bleak trees that he was used to. Although the water lacked the customary rippling effect due to a thin layer of ice, Siarut still found the idea somewhat comforting. He had never found water to be soothing before, he much preferred the peak of mountains and the slip of ice rather than the salty arctic sea. But today, today the lake was a welcomed sight.

Even as he approached, he could still feel the edge, the constant fear that something was wrong or amiss. His life had become a balancing act, always teetering on a thin line of sanity. A line from which he often fell. Today however, was a good day. So far, anyway. And the polar bear had every intention of taking advantage of his clearer mind.

The silvery woman seemed to appear from nowhere, until Sia realized that he had spaced out once again. Losing a moment of his time. He was slow to recognize her, the woman from the Maplewood. The pang of lose took his breath away, and the ache in his chest increase just as the taunting voices grew louder. He could feel the prick of tears cloud his vision, unable to regulate his strong emotions. Sia wouldn’t let them fall, but he couldn’t stop the misty look about them. Unable to think of words, the large man merely stood and wait for the woman to notice him.