Days do not pass on this world, but months of his own roll out of Rest’s shoulders in soaking sweat. Occasionally, he pauses for water, and listens for the reassuring clicks of his last remaining friend.
Short Story
“You are immortal,” he was told. “You will live forever.” This was quite impressive news to take in. To be told that one would never die is like releasing a pressure valve. Time stops, in an instant, suddenly an intangible force. The man drank a cup of tea, and sat in a chair for a long while, and thought about how he would move forward with this impressive news. He got nowhere fast. The tea grew cold, and the chair began to sink.
