Excerpt from my debut novel Out of the Great Black Nothing, for the April A-Z Challenge.
I will post excerpts from various writings daily.
There was a sense of movement and a shutter of vision through his eyes, a peripheral glance, an almost-image of stars and universe and magnificent suns, and then Percy saw his wife dancing naked in a thunderous rain. A flock of yellow birds flew undeterred by the rain, oblivious in their flapping as they dove and swept through the sheets of water. Martha turned and sunk her feet in the mud and raised her arms, and when she saw Percy she said, "There you are."
"Here I am," Percy said.
Martha threw herself into Percy the same as she had earlier in the evening, and in her dream state they fell to the ground in the mud and the rain, trembling with the thunder as it shook the ground beneath them.
"Why do we wear clothes?" Martha asked. She pulled herself on top of Percy and looked down at him, silhouetted by the thunderclouds behind her. Rain fell on Percy's thighs and Martha's back. Yellow birds flew impossibly straight as they zipped in and out of the dark clouds.
"We don't need to wear clothes," Percy said. "Not out here, anyway. Only back there, where it makes sense. We're always naked when we go into The Great Black Nothing. You know that."
"I know," Martha said. "But it only matters when you show up. I never notice until you are here. Then it seems to matter."
"Because of this?" Percy said.
Martha answered by rotating her hips. "Yes," she said. "Because of this."
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Eric W. Trant is a published author of several short stories and the novel Out of the Great Black Nothing. He is currently represented by Debrin Case at Open Heart Publishing. See more of Eric's work here: Publications