I walked out to my mud speckled Chevrolet, more dust than green metallic sheen. Chucking my shoulder bag in the back, I stuffed my savings into the canvas folds.
My eyes were buzzing, black shapes swimming across my eyes, like leaves in a river. Massaging my temples I tried to gather thoughts, extract espers and whispers and tapers from the sinkhole.
Plug pulled.
Taps running.
....lost it...gone....where?...out.....shift....back.....
What/why/when?
The river poured over me....
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