The Fever
“Hot . . . hot . . . so hot . . . flames burning . . . tormenting her parched, dry skin, setting it on fire . . .
What . . . what is it? Sounds . . . noises . . . ripped into her tortured sleep. No . . . no . . . she doesn't want to wake up . . .no . . . leave me alone, she thinks . . .
Clanging . . . clanging . . . nnetal on metal . . .
Now a cry, muffled, frightened, "What? What are you — ?" Now a soft, whispered flapping sound, flap-flap, flap-flap, like gentle waves hitting the s...hore of a lake . . .
Suxidenly another cry, this time filled with terror, "No! Please, don't!" Hot, hot, burning, blazing . . .
There's a soft thud . . . then silence . . .
Silence floats about the room and then is broken again . . . flap-flapping underneath, rattle- clatter-kadunk on top . . . clatter-kadunky clatter-kadunk . . .
Duffy stirs, moans, tries to sit up.MoreLess
What . . . what is it? Sounds . . . noises . . . ripped into her tortured sleep. No . . . no . . . she doesn't want to wake up . . .no . . . leave me alone, she thinks . . .
Clanging . . . clanging . . . nnetal on metal . . .
Now a cry, muffled, frightened, "What? What are you — ?" Now a soft, whispered flapping sound, flap-flap, flap-flap, like gentle waves hitting the s...hore of a lake . . .
Suxidenly another cry, this time filled with terror, "No! Please, don't!" Hot, hot, burning, blazing . . .
There's a soft thud . . . then silence . . .
Silence floats about the room and then is broken again . . . flap-flapping underneath, rattle- clatter-kadunk on top . . . clatter-kadunky clatter-kadunk . . .
Duffy stirs, moans, tries to sit up.MoreLess
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