A Strange and Unfriendly Awakening
I woke up flat on my belly, a rocky and uneven ground pushing uncomfortably into my stomach. My body was stiff and cold. Just out of reach was a familiar meat cleaver, its handle rising out of a puddle.
The world seemed to be two places, overlapping echoes of each other, both there and and somehow not-there at the same time. I inched forward and stretched out, grabbing for the handle of the cleaver. On my second try, I succeeded and the two worlds soundlessly snapped together becoming one. Raindrops pricked the back of my hand in cold pinches and gave the surface of the puddle a multitude of eyes that opened and closed in rapid succession. The firm reliability of the cleaver gave me a kind of confidence. Slowly, painfully, I pushed myself up off the cold hardness of the ground.
I was in a cemetery. I had been lying on a cobblestone path that wound through the headstones. I wiped some of the accumulating wetness from my face. I remembered being afraid but I wasn't afraid now.
I just wanted to get back home.
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Comments (4 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
Should I regard this as part of a larger series, based on the tags?
- #835 Posted 8 years ago
Gorgeous. Superbly executed.
The cleaver is such a... satisfying tool. The heft is perfect in the hand. I can see why this character finds it a good link with grounded reality.
- #838 Posted 8 years ago
- 5 out of 5
I love how the world is there and not there, such a simple way to state that place between asleep and awake where you try to figure out what is going on. This person is definitely a survivor. Of what, we don't know.
- #1161 Posted 7 years ago
- Published 8 years ago and featured 8 years ago.
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A mysterious awakening, with an interesting choice of props.