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The Wind

There is an escape which you can never reach.

May 5, 2025  |   2 min read
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Daniel J Dunlap
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Lysander coughed but it was pushed back down into his throat. He felt like he was drowning. He could barely muster up the strength to turn back around. The wind whipped around his form as he slowly slid forward towards the crevice in the ground. The area around him was dark grey stone and black with shadow. He must be in some kind of cave.

"How did I get here?"

He thought briefly before the gusts nearly knocked him over. Quickly his mind darted between the pain of the wind whipping on his back, the thought of falling into the crevice, and the question of how he got here. In his minds eye he could see somone. Somone calling his name.

"Lysander?"

The dark voice said.

"Lysander?"

"Leave me alone!"

He shouted. His voice quiet as it was swallowed up by the noise of the wind rushing past him.

"Lysander?"

The voice was not a dark one now but a gentle one.

"Lysander don't worry it's okay."

"Who are you?! Show yourself!"

"Lysander. Please? snap out of it."

He looked around. The crowded room of people was silent as everyone was staring at him. The wind was gone. The voice was gone. Ana kneeled next to him. Lysander was crying.

"No, Lysander it's okay. "

"Ana, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Lysander said through his sobs. Gently, Ana handed him something. It was cylindrical and plastic.

"You need to take these."

Lysander looked at the medicine bottle in his hand.

"No I can't?"

He replied.

"The wind will kill me."

"Lysander what are you talking about?"

"Ana, don't you understand?!"

Lysander gripped Ana's shoulders.

"The voice of the wind is the medicine! The doctor wants the crevice to swallow me!"

Ana was crying now.

"Lysander, please."

"No you're one of them!"

The sound of the wind was overwhelming. He knew he had to turn around and get out before the wind pushed him into the crevice. He turned around quickly. The air rushed into his lungs. Lysander coughed but it was pushed back down into his throat. He felt like he was drowning. He could barely muster up the strength to turn back around. The wind whipped around his form as he slowly slid forward towards the crevice in the ground. The area around him was dark grey stone and black with shadow. He must be in some kind of cave.

"How did I get here?"

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