Tucker Archer

Chapter 119: Morning Face

In Uncategorized on April 29, 2011 at 1:36 am

I wake up.

Don’t you hate that?

Waking up without even remembering that you fell asleep is always a little terrifying, even if you wake up in a lovely soft bed of moss and wildflowers.

The sun is high in the sky, but my bones are stiff. I wonder when I collapsed; how long was I out?

I try to stretch my feeble limbs, but can’t quite muster the energy to go vertical. Back down, on my back, I stare up.

There’s a series of clouds overhead. Cumulus, fluffy and meaningful.

Four horizontal lines.

A drop of water.

Lightning bolts.

  1. What I cool idea! I love the imagery.

  2. A great idea, and an intriguing story. You are a talented writer.

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