Tuesday, January 20, 2009
The sharp tang of the salt hit me like a cargo truck on a busy highway. Almost toppling, I grabbed at the railing by my side. Where in the multiverse did that come from?
A shout, calling my name. "Francesca!" I looked all around, not able to pinpoint the voice. There! A little glimpse of something far below. Under the powder grey boulders piled against each other. There was a small space, big enough to fit ... someone....
"Who are you?" I called back. No answer but the echo repeating itself. "Are, you who are who you?"
Finally the person crawled out. No, not the person. Nothing with that appearance could be called a person. Someone touched my shoulder, startling me. I swung around to find my friend standing there. We were in my bedroom. I looked around, confused. Where had the boulders gone? Where was that ... thing? How did it know my name?
"Francesca, are you okay? You look pale."
"Yeah ... yeah, I'm fine."