Tangerine Lights
In the golden hours, where tangerine lights flood a room, a girl floats up to the ceiling. Her skin becomes translucent, like a creature from the deepest oceans, as the glow of sunlight warms her veins. She sees her bones and intestines, but she is not afraid. She rises and sways, from side-to-side, a koi fish in her own aquarium.
Her own world.
One after the other, objects follow in suit, all tied to inconspicuous threads; each of them snapping, once the room grows colder, and blue.
An invisible clock’s arm covers her bed in a veil of shadows. First, her keepsakes disappear — fade — under the now-liminal greyness that haunts corners even cobwebs daren’t touch.
Then, it is her foot. Engulfed by something that has taken root where roots should not grow; it is a painless process, to evaporate like fog on the horizon.
The clock strikes into an hour that is less golden. Imperfect. Where flaws meet their owner, and owners refuse to meet their flaws.
The girl takes a breath.
Suspended in the air, she escapes.
Disappears.
To where she thinks is right.
About The Author: Author of over 20+ web-serials & novels, published by Tapas.io, recent addition to the Wattpad Stars program, and Winner of Tapas’s 2018 Summer Writing Competition, Beau Van Dalen’s stories have amassed a total of over one million reads online — between short stories, poems, novels and scripts, he can always be found with a pen in hand.
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