Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #17 August 2015 | Page 11

Rubi nodded and eagerly moved her chair closer to his. Tener snuck a look around the cafeteria—most
students were walking out to get to their next lesson,
leaving the two of them in an almost empty hall. He
then rubbed his right hand against his pant leg nervously and put his fingers is the contact gesture, index and
middle finger extended, with others folded against the
palm and the thumb pressed against its side. Rubi was
mimicking his gesture awkwardly.

press against his. Tener exhaled slowly and mentally
pushed forward, closing his eyes.
An abyss opened up in front of him, and he staggered, losing his footing. The fall that followed seemed
endless.

“On the count of three,” Tener said, taking a
deep breath.
They both mouthed the numbers, and he
pressed his fingers against her forehead and felt hers

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To be continued…