Just in Case
“The brain struggles to process information with which it has no experience, races to find an explanation for the searing pain in one shoulder, the awkward bend of a leg folded under and digging into your solar plexus, a leg that turns out not to be your own.At first everything seems utterly quiet, except for a continuous tintinnabulation, like church bells.Then as your eyes adjust to the singular angle of your head and you manage to lift it enough to look around you, it becomes obvious that what you are experiencing isn’t silence at all, rather an extreme, blast-induced inability to hear. All around are events signalling noise, mouths open in the posture of screams, huge panes of glass splintering from within bent window frames. Everything falls much too slowly and silently towards the ground.You suddenly remember another person, her name escapes you but you know what she looks like and you know she isn’t there, or at least that you can’t see her within the forty-five degrees of your vision.
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