Caught

For an instant the perfect oval of hard light had contained him like the shell of an egg and then he'd gone animal numb and cringing, a counterintuitive move, the prison psychotherapist might have said, if they were back in her office discussing the break -- she talked slips and displacement, sublimation and counter-intuition, and allowed for an inner mechanism he could not see or touch but had to account for -- then the oval slid him back into darkness and he charged up the hill again.

From Caught by Lisa Moore 2013. Published by House of Anansi Press.