Somnium

February 1, 2009

I opened my eyes. Around me were my friends, strangers but accomplices. Remembering, I turned and ran out the entranceway. What will they do? How is she positioned? Down the street, around the corner a bus stop. I slow. Another woman began talking to me. I never knew her well but that could have been different. Happy, I engaged in our idle repartee. It was a good time. She looked out from over the fence and I smiled back. A moment. My friend, back, stood. Blackness came at me, and everything. We were frightened. I moved toward him, but his hand, his head, a shot, his eyes, gone down to nothing. His body did not lie there. Perpendicular he died. Parallel she lay.

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