Here is the story I wrote to go with this piece called "Escape Hatch PULL HERE"
Edward struggled to maintain his balance on one leg while frantically releasing the heavy blindfold. Opening his eyes, he saw four large doors. Each one had a feature labeled
“Escape Hatch; Pull Here!”
A clock soberly ticked off incremental bits of the universe.
Amygdala firing over inner ear turmoil—never his best suit—Edward hesitated at the threshold of release to combat incommensurable alternatives:
--the vacuum of empty space?
--a cushy lawn in New Jersey?
--the concrete jungle (or actual jungle)?
--the Marianas Trench?
--his own safe bed and pillow?
He glanced to the four winds and then to the myriad stars but found no message in their meanings.
En fin, Edward rose en pointe to give his options the gravity of their merit.
