Eddie took another toke and exhaled slowly. The smoke rose and cleared and Eddie put the roach away. As he lay back into the easy chair, he felt the familiar haze start to swirl and spin as he once again slipped into the space-time continuum. (Or “STC” as he lovingly called it – when you’re as familiar with something as Eddie was with the space-time continuum you often have a shorthand way to reference the familiar.)
As it ebbed and flowed he felt the pulse of the underlying vibration that he usually followed and eased into it. There are lots of vibrations, lots of levels, lots of frequencies, and in his early days, Eddie had experimented with many of them. The disruption to his corporeal self as a result was hard to endure and gradually he learned which route felt the most comfortable and cause the least after effects.
The sound and color became stronger and then enveloped him and moments later deposited him gently on a staircase. The stairs were stone and highly polished and led to a landing a short way above him. Eddie climbed the short distance and found a table laid with an elaborate meal. There was a single chair near the wall facing out. Eddie looked all around and off the edge of the landing over the railing and saw no one. There was no one in what appeared to be the town square below. No one on the staircase. No one visible in any of the windows or doorways.
The munchies were coming on strong and Eddie’s mouth started watering as he surveyed the table. There were many things he did not recognize, but the fruits and vegetables were similar enough to what he was used to eating that he felt safe in nibbling bites here and there as he circumnavigated the large table. Finally, he reached the chair with his hunger mostly sated and he felt the fatigue that often beset him after his journeys. He sank into the chair and realized that it was much softer and much more comfortable than anything he’d felt in a long time. As his head nodded he was vaguely aware of another presence watching him.
When Eddie awoke from his nap he was not surprised to find himself surrounded by a coterie of beings. They were similar to humans from most time periods, except that these people seemed to glow with a soft light that came from inside them. “Kind of like seeing auras,” he noted they had different colors and intensities. The one nearest him seemed to have a soft purple glow and also seemed to be gazing him expectantly.
“Oh wow! Like nobody was here, man, and I was kinda hungry cause I traveled a long way to get here…” he broke off as he realized that they did not seem to be angered that he had eaten from the table. Their expression seemed welcoming and even joyful. The beings around him seemed to glow more brightly.
So he started again, “Food is like happiness, man. No one can be happy on an empty stomach.”
And the crowd below cheered.
With thanks to The Speculative Fiction Muse http://www.katfeete.net/writing/specfic.php
Story-A-Day Challenge is courtesy of Forward Motion for Writers http://www.fmwriters.com/
And to my writing partners, Mary C Sutton and D Anthony Brown danthonybrown.me for the support and the laughs.