William Lynes, MD
Fall 2008 - Volume 12 Number 4
He stood in the darkened cave, watching as golden water churned over his knobby feet. His was a stony form; a polygonal round shape with coarse gray skin covered with streaks of blood. He cut an angular silhouette; muscles pushing up sharply against roughened skin emphasizing a grizzled form. Crowned with thick spiky black hair and vacant obsidian eyes, a torn red bandana draped his neck.
Trapped in a pyramidal cavern, the walls consisted of cream-colored rock splashed with a hint of pink. Tossed sporadically, bluish lines just below the surface seemed to pulsate like a heart beat. A rocky outcropping over his head spurted warm yellow fluid like a fountain. Water lapped up over his short broad legs and filled the air with an ammonia smell.