The Farthest Mailbox

Posted: March 10, 2014 in Uncategorized

One hit upside the head and the whole world goes blue on you. You get a real good look at sky and clouds taking a sort of graphed exponential curve and then objects show up again, only they’re coming in from the right side. Then you get hit again. At this point, there isn’t much you can do. Curl up in a ball. Play dead. Look for a ankle to grab. Clutch your head. Check for blood. Most options open at this time are limited to those of one who has no other choices left. But there’s a lot of blue. And now it’s sort of oily, like it won’t sit still and it shines with a kind of blinding iridescence. Maybe you’re still being hit — kicked, maybe your pockets are being ransacked, and maybe you’re just being left alone, a helpless bit of man stunned by the consequences of the day and left staring up, up into blue.


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