“The tips of my fingers explored the surrounding ground. It was humid. The smooth grass tickled my palms. There was a peculiar aroma in the air; a fusion of composting leaves and fresh rain. The moist earth beneath my bones indicated that I was in a garden, park or a forest, although I heard no other voices. I tried to stand, but my head collided with a solid surface. Cursing, I raised my sightless eyes towards the heavens and touched the protruding obstacle. It was a tree. My mind possessed no ...recollection of how I had arrived here. Crawling on my hands and knees, I examined the nearby area, searching vigorously for possible clues. Perhaps there was an empty whiskey bottle which would explain my amnesia. Perhaps I got drunk and passed out? I stood up from the terra firma and massaged my aching scalp. I inhaled deeply, the jagged oxygen slicing through my lungs like a knife through butter. My surroundings were deprived of life, except for me and the tree. Perhaps even the tree was dead?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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