All of a sudden he disappears with a thud. He was carrying a verse. That thought is aborted. Yellowish green shimmer of fantasy vanishes. Nor does he see anything ethereal. Sheer void. Soon sense returns to him with a skull full of pain. He discovers existential truths in the wound. It’s within a fragile shell that he keeps many precious things. Nobody knows when an inanimate thing turns bloody. First published in The Literary Hatchet.