Feet FirstA Story by BlotterA survivor trys to overcome his having survived.Feet
First We survived the crash (most of us, anyway), then we
went into a sort of modified, free-form, freak out. Most ran around in the nude, while some
simply sat and sobbed or moaned. I was
among the latter. I hadn't cried like
that (complete with snot rivulets and broken blood vessels in the eye) since
Martha left me. The next day was worse;
we ate the dead... and liked it. I cannot put together a clear time-line… I'm sorry
about that. Victoria wanders in and out
of my hovel near the fuselage, she seems as disconnected as I am. I want to talk to her, but my mouth seems
gummed up by something. It must be a
part of the emergency protocol. It
doesn't interfere with breathing, sobbing etc… but I just can't talk. If only I could recall what the sequence was,
or is…. or even what the mission was. I
cannot quite put together a point-by-point reference guide for the way things
are. I'll just write them as they occur. Victoria has pushed me into the hard metal body of
Rescue Pod 7. I want something from her,
but it won't come to mind.
"I
want to love you," she said,
"but I find it more rewarding to think first of your death." "Not
while you're still alive," she said smiling. The vivid green sky framed
her like a rock-art poster. She kissed
me, hard, then strode away, eating her stinky local fruit. I was confused. © 2013 BlotterReviews
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1 Review Added on March 10, 2013 Last Updated on March 10, 2013 AuthorBlottertacoma, WAAbout"You never forget the touch of pen to paper, of ink as it flows in line and verse..." more..Writing
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