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The Walk
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. There was no blood except where I did hit my head on the bottom of the street corner stop sign. My faithful Petra was licking my face as I awoke. I was out for hours for certain. A brainy lightning display thundered around us and I became aware. We ran together all the way to the front door of my mums. Sadly I was awoken a second time to the verbage "Wake up. Get up. She's killing her." This turned out to be my mumma. How does such a tranquil domesticated evening turn so keenly dangerous and ominous? Cancer is on the sideline. So is Covid 19. The chemistry between our beings per each of our Dr.s prescribed appropriate medications leads me into a challengers tunnel. I am walking into the cold dark place scared and all alone. Each gust of air that feeds me tastes less sick and disgusting as I purge the prehistory and strive forward into the tunnel of life. More human than ever before. Less cave dweller than I can recall.
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. There was no blood except where I did hit my head on the bottom of the street corner stop sign. My faithful Petra was licking my face as I awoke. I was out for hours for certain. A brainy lightning display thundered around us and I became aware. We ran together all the way to the front door of my mums. Sadly I was awoken a second time to the verbage "Wake up. Get up. She's killing her." This turned out to be my mumma. How does such a tranquil domesticated evening turn so keenly dangerous and ominous? Cancer is on the sideline. So is Covid 19. The chemistry between our beings per each of our Dr.s prescribed appropriate medications leads me into a challengers tunnel. I am walking into the cold dark place scared and all alone. Each gust of air that feeds me tastes less sick and disgusting as I purge the prehistory and strive forward into the tunnel of life. More human than ever before. Less cave dweller than I can recall.
