To Feel Beneath

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With neither rhyme nor reason, Barker awoke. Pitiable attempts to will himself back to sleep met stiff resistence from something deeper, more primal. A huff and a sigh preceded his reticent roll onto his back.

High above the thin clouds had all but disappeared. In their absence the heavens of old shone down, stars without number practically mushed together into a deceptively bright tableau in pointillism. The sight made Barker feel primitive, momentarily imagining his government-issue blanket a bear skin and his clothes a collection of raggedy hides.

He felt small.

“You feel it too?” Richards rasped.

“Feel what?”

“Them,” came the ominous reply, “They’re coming.”

Though he knew the answer, Barker asked, “Who? Pak-mil?”

No answer came, only the rustling of his friend’s preparations, a quiet, contained ritual before the time to kill. Richards did both well.

Barker struggled, both to ready his things and his soul. This was the time, a dark hour for killing.

He didn’t feel ready, only felt dead.

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  1. Avatar 32 ^2

    Waking up feeling dead, I empathize. Hopefully he gets a good breakfast.

  2. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    Dead to me is no feeling at all.. but I sense he feels he has swallowed a big pill, some apprehension, but a stronger sense of duty.

  3. Avatar ethelthefrog

    Brilliant.

    The first paragraph is utterly gripping.

    Couple of typos: you need a hyphen in “government-issue”, and you’ve got a “fell” instead of a “feel” in the last paragraph.

    The sense of foreboding at the end is thrilling. You have excelled yourself.

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