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A Treacherous Landscape
Oct. 17th, 2024 09:48 pmLJI Week 12: From the Wreckage
What I remember from that night were the sirens. An artificially sustained screeching that reached into my dreams, conjuring darkness along every pathway I traveled, a presage of dread I couldn't escape.
Ben and I had been condemned to run laps together, a shared punishment for some minor infraction Coach Anderson had pinned on us. I was running flat out, because coach would add laps if he suspected you were slacking in any way, but Ben wasn't. He was a good ten feet or so in front of me, walking backwards, making hideous faces, flipping me off with both hands, clowning for all he was worth. Heart pounding, gasping for breath, I frantically gestured at him to stop. If Anderson saw him we'd both be screwed.
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What I remember from that night were the sirens. An artificially sustained screeching that reached into my dreams, conjuring darkness along every pathway I traveled, a presage of dread I couldn't escape.
Ben and I had been condemned to run laps together, a shared punishment for some minor infraction Coach Anderson had pinned on us. I was running flat out, because coach would add laps if he suspected you were slacking in any way, but Ben wasn't. He was a good ten feet or so in front of me, walking backwards, making hideous faces, flipping me off with both hands, clowning for all he was worth. Heart pounding, gasping for breath, I frantically gestured at him to stop. If Anderson saw him we'd both be screwed.
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