Leaving Blythe River: a Novel
“He opened his eyes.
Just for a split second he entertained the thought—well, not even a thought exactly, but a sudden wash of possibility—that the whole rescue adventure might have been a vividly detailed dream. After all, here he was in bed. As usual.
He tried to sit up. And failed.
Every muscle in his body felt rigidly locked into place. Ethan could swear even the muscles in his forehead and ears hurt. But that might have been sunburn. Or sheer sleepy imagination.
“Just a minute!” he called. ...It hurt even to yell out words.
In tiny movements continually punctuated by the word “ow,” Ethan pulled on a clean pair of underwear and jeans, and a sweater, and limped his way stiffly to the door. Except he was limping on both sides. Which might not have qualified as limping at all. It might just have been . . . ruined. And pathetic.
He opened the door.
Jone stood on his welcome mat, a small brown paper bag in one hand, a larger paper grocery sack in the other. Her expansive white hair was clean and freshly braided, and she wore a long denim dress embroidered with flowers.MoreLess
Just for a split second he entertained the thought—well, not even a thought exactly, but a sudden wash of possibility—that the whole rescue adventure might have been a vividly detailed dream. After all, here he was in bed. As usual.
He tried to sit up. And failed.
Every muscle in his body felt rigidly locked into place. Ethan could swear even the muscles in his forehead and ears hurt. But that might have been sunburn. Or sheer sleepy imagination.
“Just a minute!” he called. ...It hurt even to yell out words.
In tiny movements continually punctuated by the word “ow,” Ethan pulled on a clean pair of underwear and jeans, and a sweater, and limped his way stiffly to the door. Except he was limping on both sides. Which might not have qualified as limping at all. It might just have been . . . ruined. And pathetic.
He opened the door.
Jone stood on his welcome mat, a small brown paper bag in one hand, a larger paper grocery sack in the other. Her expansive white hair was clean and freshly braided, and she wore a long denim dress embroidered with flowers.MoreLess
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