the spiral gateway
The Spiral Gateway
by Jack McCarthy
He raised his hand in front of his body, slowly and deliberately, his forefinger extended like someone pointing in a dream. As his hand continued to rise, a small glow appeared at the extended fingertip. The glow was soft, and dark-hued, skirting the border on the spectrum between blue and purple, but deeper than either color alone. The color seemed to belong somewhere else; looking at it violated some as-yet undiscovered law of optics, and it made the eyes burn, but the mind cold, to look upon it. It grew stronger as the hand ascended, and began to leave wisps and trails of vapors of the same nebulous hue in its wake.
The hand stopped above his head level. Where the finger once held a soft glow, it now became a light, a burning flame, but still the same haunting color as before. He began to move his hand slowly, ever so slowly, in a clockwise circle, still leaving a trail of color be