Saturday, August 24, 2019

Recede, Cabinet, Sore


The sharp, angry, blinding light that had filled his head for so long began to recede. That light had been attached to pain, searing pain that had enveloped him so fully that there was no single place where he hurt.  All he knew was as that sensation lessened, it had left him shaking and nauseous.

It took a minute to realize he was lying awkwardly on a narrow wooden staircase, a huge cabinet lying on top of him. Ah… right. He’d been carrying it up the stairs and tripped.

His body began to cramp and go cold and sore.

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