Triangle -2009- Instant

The sub scraped against the center of the triangle. The pillars began to hum, the numbers glowing a deep, arterial red. 2… 0… 0… 9. The water boiled without heat. The sky—if you could call the crushing dark above a sky—began to bleed through.

When the noise stopped, the sonar was dead. The lights flickered on to reveal… nothing. No seafloor. No pillars. Just an endless, milky void. And floating ten meters from the sub’s window, perfectly preserved, was Leo. Triangle -2009-

“For a door.”

I saw figures in the murk. Not fish. Shapes with too many joints, moving in geometric unison. They were guardians. Or gardeners. I couldn’t tell which. The sub scraped against the center of the triangle

My brother, Leo, had sent it six months ago. Then he vanished. The water boiled without heat