#havin'

(Submission) #juug BOi #jame$ - Havin’

    Echoes of a distant past, perhaps not in terms of time between, but in memory, which had happened so many, many years ago reverberated downward; against crumbling limestone they bounced, becoming distorted and grotesque. Trapped, scared, an involuntary paralytic doomed to an eternity of crippling lonesome. Able to shout, however, and he did so until his larynx had become so torn that all he could hear, if indeed his ears were detecting such register, was the high pitched squeal of a grass flute in the hands of an eager child. He stopped shouting, and wheezed his flooded lungs full of damp, dirty air. I'm going to die in here, he thought, I'm going to die and rot for years without anyone knowing. The mangled boy coughed swamp water, his tongue wretched, as did his stomach, to the taste of bile and grime. How long, he wondered, does it take for someone to die? Is it going to hurt more, or less? The world went black, his mind shut down. Was it from stress or bodily shock, it did not matter. Not now, not ever, for when next he opened his eyes did he find himself in a warm bed with ice trickling down his neck and back, his pajamas thoroughly soaked through. A quick survey of his bodily functions assured him nothing was broken, and when he tore the sheets away from his lower half he saw that indeed he still had both legs. Relief eased over him like a quilt, yet still he shivered. His mind was a cannonball, racing through the possibilities: what had happened, and where? Did it? Was this really his room or had he bled out and passed? Was it a premonition? A Warning? A tickle developed in his throat, provoked a thick discharge of phlegm into his cupped hands, and none of it mattered: he wasn't dead, no, it was much worse. The boy had caught himself a fever.

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