An Allegory - The Middle Part
Night in this forsaken place is the polar opposite of day. No light, and bitterly cold; a difficult place to sleep, as he had found out. He lay on his back awake, his eyes closed from the pain, not for sleep. The toe on his right foot throbbed. He had pulled out all of the small thorns he could find, using a cotton ball from his survival kit to catch the burs so he could see them. But he was certain that he had not found them all. He was sure he felt them burrowing farther into his flesh,... Sign in to see full entry.