Eloosive - Something shimmered in his peripheral vision, and when he turned to look he found himself peering into another dimension.

Something shimmered in his peripheral vision, and when he turned to look he found himself peering into another dimension.

“Not again,” he sighed, his shoulders drooping and his hands dangling loosely at his sides. He had thought his work was finished, the debt paid, that no more would be asked of him.

He should have known better.

“I was just getting used to this one,” he muttered, unable to tear his eyes from the flickering image of an unknown city. He had finally determined which foods he could stomach and which to avoid; he knew which parts of the woods were to be avoided at night; he understood how to communicate with these people without angering them. His right hand drifted absent-mindedly to the deep scar just below his left eye.

Okay, maybe the communication thing was still a work in progress.

But this place was known, almost understood. He was tired of these blind leaps into the unknown. Tired of trying to blend in, to become part of wherever, or whenever, he ended up. This chameleon’s skin was losing it’s ability to adapt.

But there could be no choice in the matter. He would go through the portal and he would discover what was required of him, and it would be done. Or he would die in the attempt.

Somewhere, deep down, he knew death would be the only end to this. But he kept that knowledge buried beneath hope and dreams and love. With the love they had stolen from him. With the love they promised to return once his debt was remunerated. He knew, too, that promise was an empty one.

If there was another choice, he was not aware of it. If a solution to his dilemma did not exist in his current dimension, perhaps it would appear in the next. Or the one after that.

And so he closed his eyes, released the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and stepped through the gateway.

The End

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