A Second Helping
Copyright© 2020 by Yob
Preface
Chilly. Numbing. Numb from cold. Dark. Lost. Graying, less dark. I’m ... I AM. Odd thought. Hard and uncomfortable lying here. Here? I’m here wherever that is. I wasn’t here a moment ago. Where was I before? Blank. Foggy. Thoughts coalescing. Let me think. I am thinking. That’s wonderful, to think, I couldn’t think a moment ago. Only feel. Unpleasant sensations of being chilled and lying on a cold hard surface. I am uncomfortable. I want to get up. Stupid to just lay here uncomfortable. Can’t move. I can hear. Sea surf. Murmur of waves. I am near a shore. Fog growing lighter. Murmuring louder. Becoming more distinct. Resolving into voices. Not the sea shore, I’m surrounded by people. Talking. I sense I’m the center of attention. They seem to be talking about me. Words are indistinct.
Gruncle Iron?
That was distinct, but I didn’t exactly hear it. Not part of the external chatter. It’s like an inner voice similar to my own thoughts, but not generated by me.