Thursday, October 16, 2008

Drabble: Stranded


My mouth is dry, my body drenched in sweat. I don’t know how long I’ve been lying here, unable to move, though it must be at least a day now. I’ve never felt more alone in my life. I can’t focus my thoughts through the heat; every time I start to figure out what is going on or what I’m doing here, it slips away.

Then: The sound of bells. I catch a breath, and suddenly my mind is a little clearer. I’m lying on the couch, the sun from the skylight beating on my head. The phone is ringing.

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