-Aesop
A wave of quick dizziness descends. The whine of the departing cab muffled by a heavy blanket of nausea which sweeps through the gut like sour milk.
Head throbbing, eyes flickering behind shattered glass. One foot after the other. Glances keep you moving straight.
Suck in the next breath through the teeth. Let the hissing sound keep you focused, centered. The chatter of a thousand eager voices battering at your ears.
Blink. Keep moving. Salt smell and surf rumbling beckon at the end of this spinning, heaving tunnel.
Blink. Feel the stubble gracing the skin of the skull. Feel the warm salty water trickling down your neck. Let the razor do its work.
Blink. Smooth skin welcomes fingers tugging dreads into place. Shake the ocean from your face.
Stand.
Breathe.
Smile at the silky voice and pressure at the back. Steel against the spine.
Welcome to Midian, pilgrim...
Fade to black....with a touch of...
...red.
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