The Twenty-Eighth Floor

"There's a couple things you gotta know about the Tesseract Building, Shorty," said Rowlie, winching down to the next floor and spraying foam onto the glass. "One, there's a vicious cross-breeze comes through here, 'specially in summertime."

They started scraping the foam away, gradually revealing the interior. Shadows shifted in the unused office. Shorty abruptly realized that the was not seeing a darkened room, but some opaque, glistening body pressed against the glass, a pulsing red mass... like a tongue... A huge exhalation of breath fogged the window from the inside. Shorty dropped his scrubber.

"That's the other," said Rowlie.

See Through

"The procedure is totally painless," the doctor assured him. He could see through the doctor's transparent eyes to the shadowed, motionless interior.

"And once it's done, we can finally be married," cooed Samantha, stroking his brow. The window in her chest reflected the light when she bent over him. Nothing moved inside. "Then you'll see. You'll finally know, same as everyone else, that there's nothing in there worth fretting over."

He wanted to cringe from her touch, but the anesthesia was already taking hold. He felt the flutterings and rustlings inside of him, the restless unseen motion, fading softly away.