He kept his sights on the tarmac beneath him, avoiding the colour of the world—a plague that would infect his mind and trap him in cold reality.
With soft steps he slogged down the road, following the remnants of a zebra that had left its stripes as it fled, with some haste, the cruelty hidden behind the colour. He trailed the white lines until they were straight no more.
And when they curved away, he took his own path. The zebra might have changed its mind and steered clear of the cliff, but he hadn’t.
At least, not yet.
Anike Kirsten’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in 600 Second Saga and Illumen.