Isolation Under Iron

Writing from something found from old notes/ideas: A character of physical isolation from their environment. 

“I can’t feel it” Anthony whispered, his fingers clattering inside the metal. Professor Einsehn was hunched over by the rigid steel boots confining Anthony’s feet, he was tampering with the rubber seal on one of the toes, he didn’t hear him. “I — I can’t feel it” Anthony spoke again, this time loud enough so that Einsehn might hear it, he’d forgotten that he needed to speak up now to be heard from under the thick helmet that shadowed his face. Einsehn pecked his head up from the boot, sprouting his beakish nose and thick lensed glasses into the light of the lab. “You say something my boy?” Anthony cursed himself, still not loud enough. He spoke almost to a shout now, his voice echoing from inside the dense mask. “I said I can’t feel it, doc… I can’t — it’s not the same”. The professor’s eyes tightened from under the circular glasses, like camera apertures or window shades being lowered. The old man was silent for a moment, a look on his face between concern and intense thought, like he was solving an intense riddle and he was trying to find it in the dark hole in the helmet where Anthony’s eyes were.

…I will add to this story and re-post eventually…