Man in a Jacket
All I could hear was a loud ringing in my ear and the thumping in my chest. The only thing I could see was dirt, sand and the night sky. My leg was bleeding and I was almost sure of it that I had a gash in my arm. My head was killing me, and I couldn't stand up.
"Sweetie..." his raspy voice echoed throughout my head. Was it real? Was he still here? Or was it just my imagination? "Where are you...?" I coughed up some blood which made my airway passage much more clear. I breathed in heavily, never loving oxygen so much in my life.
"Tony..." I whispered through my chapped lips. My throat was dry and my tongue had no saliva.
"There you are..." he said. Through all the sand swirling around me, I could make out just one thing hovering over me. I recognized that alcoholic scent. The cigarettes had made an impact on his clothes. Then he fully appeared, covering the stars in the sky.
The man in the jacket.
"Sweetie..." his raspy voice echoed throughout my head. Was it real? Was he still here? Or was it just my imagination? "Where are you...?" I coughed up some blood which made my airway passage much more clear. I breathed in heavily, never loving oxygen so much in my life.
"Tony..." I whispered through my chapped lips. My throat was dry and my tongue had no saliva.
"There you are..." he said. Through all the sand swirling around me, I could make out just one thing hovering over me. I recognized that alcoholic scent. The cigarettes had made an impact on his clothes. Then he fully appeared, covering the stars in the sky.
The man in the jacket.