May 14, 2010 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments

Implode (Millbrook Publishing)

 
The windows were monumental. He stood near the cinematic glass overlooking the activity of Midtown from the 52nd floor. It was just after six in the evening, though the sun poured in over him, like a cascade of warmth from Apollo’s chest. He stood motionless, hands buried deep into the pockets of his Tom Ford trousers, abask in the amber wave.

It was a contemporary space, minimal in nature. There were black leather sofas, art deco prints in thin metal casings, and matching black tables of an unknown metal. The floor was a beige coat of muted carpet, while the Apple Walnut wall behind the receptionist’s quarters served as a reminder that the space was indeed Millbrook Publishing. He observed the surroundings, and though the accoutrements were not his own, he thought Neil was too modest when he spoke.

He was much more than a simple man.

Implode. Part XXXVII – DK

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  • A NOTE ON IMPLODE

    With regard to <em>Implode</em>, certain details, locations, occurences, et al. may not resonate along your cerebral palate if read out of context. For this reason, it is recommended following the episodes in chronological order, as they appear, which requires a bit of time travel.

    The first experience occurs in January 2010 with <a href="http://vaionyva.com/2010/01/implode-the-birth-of-max-mulberry/">The Birth of Max Mulberry</a>.

    Thank you.
    Grazie.
    Merci.

    For allowing me to be apart of you,
    If only for a moment.

    - DK