tempering in the depths
Horror Writing Intensive Michael Kearns July 21 2019 TEMPERING IN THE DEPTHS Schlopp! The chocolate ice cream cone was thrown with great force. Knowing I was the target I ducked just in time. The perpetrator was Ritchie one of my good friends. I invited him to this event, my eighth birthday party. He had a habit though, of initiating vexing practical jokes. As it sailed over my head it landed on the large world globe in the center of the room. The streaks of chocolate and other matter ran down the side table that it rested on. The lasting impression was of the planet was in the center of a cesspit. This event got my mind to wondering. What’s it like out there? Is it possible to fall over the edge of the horizon and fall into some nether void? Does gravity work that way? The party progressed as all parties do and life moved on. As I moved through the scholastic and other benchmarks of life, the thought didn’t go away. What if? My thoughts had a tendency to drift so...