“Tower tall –

surprise lies within;

to reach this treasure you must

enter the deep rain-gray reflection.”


After reading the page aloud, Nefar removed the mechanical monocle which had allowed him to perceive the script upon the seemingly blank page. He looked up at the two faces trained on his own around the dim barroom table.

A long moment passed. Predictably, it was Daz who spoke first.

“We come all this way. Killing all through them dark ‘mensions. Rippin’ time even into this blasted future place. An’ now we got to get ourselves into a ‘flection?!”

“Peace, Daz,” said Fern.


Sidlak poem and flash written to Kiwinana’s Poetry Prompt Challenge and Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday.

This story continues in into reflection.