-2009-: Triangle

Sanger nodded grimly. “The triangle doesn’t mark a place. It marks a when .”

The last thing I saw before the void swallowed everything was the postcard, drifting past the window. The beach was still perfect. The water still turquoise. Triangle -2009-

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. Sanger nodded grimly