Io: Bruised
I get up and dust the bits of asphalt from my ripped up pants. Five feet behind me is Viv. I pinch my eyes closed as I turn, trying to control my accelerating heartbeat. Five feet behind me and five feet below rock, to be exact. I force my eyes open and stare at the mound of asphalt that I had spent the morning building over my best friend. My best friend’s corpse.
“Viv, I’m sorry.” I whisper, trailing my bandaged hand on the mound as I walk west on the half-bombed highway where I buried my friend.
Two days later, and I feel like I'm about to blow my brains just to stop the pain exploding in every cell of my body. At first I thought it was heat exhaustion. Something is wrong with the atmosphere and the sun has been frying everything it touches. I was feeling woozy, seeing mirages of Ahanu, and getting stiff. That diagnosis was ruled out when the blueish bruises began blooming on my arms and legs.
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JonB
Feels suitably desperate and grimy. No doubt a spark of hope will appear from the darkness before long (or maybe you'll confound my expectations and this will turn out to be a really downbeat story).
Not sure about the I was feeling di seeing mirages of Ahanu line - a typo in there, or am I misreading it?
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Fantasist
Actually, that's a mess up with the site itself. When I go to edit it, it says "I was feeling dizzy, seeing mirages of Ahanu." In the published story it cuts off part of it
- #112 Posted 10 years ago
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Fantasist
Fine I changed it to woozy instead. The site is being mean for now haha
- #117 Posted 10 years ago
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Jim Stitzel
Intriguing. More to those bombs than initially thought, methinks.