Melis Olcum
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In Stasis
At the edge of this so-called transition, I am terrified. They say the future lies in the virtual world, where lives are unburdened by hunger, waste, or breath. Clean, efficient, eternal. But when I look ahead, all I see is a void. My friends tell me Doctor has the answers I need—answers to the questions that claw at my mind late at night. But what do they know? My friends are nothing but shadows on a screen, gone the moment I log off. Where do they go? And when someone turns off my computer, where will I go?
By Melis Olcumabout a year ago in Fiction
The Exposure
There she was, lying on the ground covered in blood. People were running around, screaming from top of their lungs… It was not helping. There I stood, frozen. How long, I do not know. Forever, perhaps. The woman who spent her life trying to protect me. I knew I should have closed my eyes, not to keep this image in my mind forever, but I just could not. I kept my eyes wide open having the shortest saccades in my life, almost out of breath and out of time, collecting every detail I should not have been collecting. Her hand around her purse, still holding very firmly. My birthday gift to her. Like it meant anything. And why she still had her high heel shoes on anyway? Besides zillions of bullshit we have to bear every day for no good reason, besides the death waiting around every corner, why high heels? Why shoes even? Why clothes, why purses, why brushing hair, why brushing teeth? Life is so overrated. That red lipstick she wore… as red as blood coming out of her neck. That red lipstick that transferred onto my lips when we first kissed five years ago. The taste of her lips… the touch that was so soft, yet prurient. I thought for a second what my life would have been without her. On the day we first kissed, 245 more women were infected in our town only. Some died right there; some were somehow saved… I gave up keeping the numbers in my mind after some time; there was no use. The survivors of that shit sure died the day after or will die of some other shit soon. We were all going to die at some point because of this… shit. But she died before me. This was not supposed to happen. I was going to be the first between us. Because I had a much higher level of exposure. She barely had any.
By Melis Olcum5 years ago in Fiction
