O T H E R
F A N D O M S
C R A C K S
(L I F E O N M A R S)
Sometimes the future feels so
close; a breath, a blink, a heartbeat away. Sam wishes he knew how to burst the
bubble of his psychosis and grab it back.
He hears things whispering constantly at the edge of his perception, echoes of
his real life slipping in between the crackles of radio static and David Cassidy
hits. There’s nurse’s chatter and the dour concern of the doctors, there’s
his mother’s sad voice willing him to live and the ticking time bomb of the
heart monitor, counting down.
Perhaps if he could just reach out through those cracks, he’d wake up.