Five-Hundred Word Challenge 693: Cold and Warm

One is cold and the other is warm and there is no transference of temperatures between the two. Not really a big thing at the end of the day, but of course like many things that feel a bit weird, this feels a bit weird. Time to feel out the feeling, it seems.

Looking in one direction and then looking in the other and there is no obvious tell for this experience that is being experienced. Is that a bad thing? Is that good? Who knows? Perhaps the action of movement quickly will allow one to warm up to the temperature of the other. There is only one way of telling, and that is through the action of doing of which is something that will commence shortly.

Once it commences movement will flow through time and space and create an image that stretches onward, further trailing forward as it follows the hands, but of course being fixed at a starting point so that the stretching creates some sort of blur that increases in its length as the hands keep on taking actions so as to create warmth that will hopefully spread and transfer the cold out so the warmth can take its place.

Soon the hands need to move away from their starting area in time and space as they no longer are visible, and so they traverse up and toward a higher location, farther and farther away until their actuality is no longer visible in any direction based on standing near where they started. They are beyond the horizon and they are beyond the sky.

They keen on moving farther and farther until there is enough space for them to keep on trying to get the warmth in into the one that is cold. There is only a ribbon of the suggestion of their movement in a direction that follows behind, still growing in length due to the being fixed at a starting point.

And so the dance continues and the motion and movement keeps on going, though in the farthest reaches it is far too cold. The space is good, but the temperature external to the actions and their physical containment is too low for anything to be done, and thus it becomes apparent that returning to where they once started might be a better idea, as even though there is no visibility there anymore, at least there was less external pressures affecting the ability to rise the temperature, and so the long, slow and dreary journey begins.

The hands gradually return and in their returning it becomes apparent that through all the actions taken, now both hands are warm. No longer is it split between one and the other. The generation of heat had occurred through the action of working with friction, though it was entirely unintentional. Perhaps a stroke of luck, as some would have it. Perhaps a stroke of skill. Perhaps just a stroke of things happening that allows for heat to warm up hands.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:08:86

This felt like it came out quite easily. There were a few pauses, but there was no struggling. As far as it reads… I’m not sure.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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